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prince, dying to marry her. And as each man had his orgasm and crawled off her, her dream died. Until the next time. She left the room and all her princes without a backward glance and moved back in with her parents. Dr. Stevens gave allowance while she was studying. She finished high school with top grades. The doctor was there on graduation day, his grey eyes bright with pride. Someone believed in her. She was somebody. She took a day job at Nedick's and took a secretarial course at night. The day after she finished, she went to work for Dr. Stevens and could afford her own apartment In the four years that had passed Dr Stevens had always treated her with the same grave courtesy he had shown her the first night At first she had waited for him to make some reference to what she had been, and what she had become. But she had finally come to the realization that he had always seen her as what she was now. All he had done was to help her fulfil herself. Whenever she had a problem, he always found rime to discuss it with her. Recently she had been meaning to tell him about what had happened with her and Chick and ask him whether she should tell Chick, but she kept putting it off. She wanted her Dr. Stevens to be proud of her. She would have done anything for him. She would have slept with him, killed for him... And now here were these two mothers from the Homicide Squad wanting to see him. McGreavy was getting impatient 'How about it, miss?' he asked. 'I have orders never to disturb him when he's with a patient,' said Carol. She saw the expression that came into McGreavy's eyes. 'I'll ring him.' She picked up the phone and pressed the intercom buzzer. After thirty seconds of silence, Dr. Stevens's voice came over the phone. 'Yes?' 'There are two detectives here to see you, Doctor. They're from the Homicide Division.' She listened for a change in his voice ... nervousness... fear. There was nothing. 'They'll have to wait,' he said. He went off the line. A surge of pride flared through her. Maybe they could panic her, but they could never get her doctor to lose his cool. She looked up defiantly. “You heard him,' she said. ”How long will his patient be in there?' asked Angeli, the younger man. She glanced at the clock on the desk. 'Another twenty-five minutes. It's his last patient for the day.' The two men exchanged a look. 'Well wait.' sighed McGreavy. They took chairs. McGreavy was studying her. 'You look familiar,' he said. She wasn't deceived. The mother was on a fishing expedition. 'You know what they say,' replied Carol 'We all look alike.'
    Exactly twenty-five minutes later, Carol heard the click of the side door that led from the doctor's private office directly to the corridor. A few minutes later, the door of the doctor's office opened and Dr. Judd Stevens stepped out. He hesitated as he saw McGreavy. 'We've met before,' he said. He could not remember where. McGreavy nodded impassively. “Yeah ... Lieutenant McGreavy.' He indicated Angeli. 'Detective Frank Angeli.' Judd and Angeli shook hands. 'Come in.' The men walked into Judd's private office and the door closed. Carol looked after them, trying to piece it together. The big detective had seemed antagonistic towards Dr. Stevens. But maybe that was just his natural charm. Carol was sure of only one thing. Her dress would have to go to the cleaner's. Judd's office was furnished like a French country living-room. There was no working desk. Instead, comfortable easy chairs and end tables with authentic antique lamps were scattered about the room. At the far end of the office a private door led out to the corridor. On the floor was an exquisitely patterned Edward Fields area rug, and in a corner was a comfortable damask-covered contour couch. McGreavy noted that there were no diplomas on the walls. But he had checked before coming here. If Dr. Stevens had wanted to, he could have covered his walls with diplomas and certificates. This is the first psychiatrist's office