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She repacked her kit, left a tube of nu cream on the table for Eve, and hurried out

chapter eighteen

Eve paced the soft, pretty carpet in Dr Mira’s office, hands ja for the charge

“I don’t get it How can his profile not fit? I’ve got hi with people’s brains, reveling in it”

“It isn’t a , Eve It’s a matter of probabilities”

Patient, cal chair and sipped jas with Eve’s frustration and energy

“You have his confession and the evidence that he has been experi with individualized brain pattern influence And I quite agree he has a lot to answer for But as to coercion to self-termination, I can’t, in any decisive h my evaluation”

“Well, that’s just great” She spun on her heel Reeanna’s treat, her color was high, her eyes overbright “Without your corroboration, Whitney’s not going to buy the package, which means the PA won’t buy it”

“I can’t adjust my report to suit you, Eve”

“Who’s asking you to?” Eve threw up her hands, then dug them into her pockets “What doesn’t fit, for Christ’s sake? The ot a God coery could spot”

“I agree that his personality pattern leans toward an excess of ego and his tee” Mira sighed “I wish you’d sit down You’reme tired”

Eve dropped into a chair, scowled “There, I’ Explain”

Mira had to s focus was admirable “Do you know, Eve, I can never understand why ih voluh in your work”

“I’m not here for analysis, Doctor”

“I know I only wish I could convince you to agree to regular sessions But that’s another subject, for another tis, the subject is egocentric, self-congratulatory, and one who habitually rationalizes his antisocial behavior as art He’s also brilliant”