PsyCop 5: Camp Hell by Jordan Castillo Price

Author:Jordan Castillo Price [Price, Jordan Castillo]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: mm
Publisher: JCP Books LLC
Published: 2011-03-29T04:00:00+00:00

-TWENTY-

I was half an hour late for my appointment. Stefan’s secretary was waiting for me, and motioned me right in.

“Are you running a tab, or anything? I should pay you today.”

Stefan looked up from his desk. He was head to toe in black today, and I suspect he may have penciled his eyebrows to make them more imposing. “Should I have Carissa open up a claim with your health insurance? Or are you still convinced you’re being watched?”

“I am. And besides, my permanent record is already a mile long. I’ll pay in cash.”

Stefan checked his day planner, tapped some numbers into a calculator with the eraser end of a shiny black pencil, and named me a four-digit figure. Dang. Good thing I had a pocket full of hundreds. I’d been thinking I could surprise Jacob with a vacation, or maybe a new upstairs bathroom to smooth things over a little between us, give us something to be happy about. Make things good again.

If I wanted to pursue the regressions, my plans for a bathroom remodel would need to be downgraded to a new air freshener.

Stefan sat back in his huge leather chair. It creaked beneath his weight. He stared down his nose at me, and said, “How are things?”

“Things are…” I shrugged. I’d never really told him very much about my current situation, other than the fact that I was having panic attacks, and that I conveniently forgot a hell of a lot of stuff. “Things are kind of… stressful.”

“And the Valium—you’re not taking it every day, are you?”

“No…I know it’s addictive.” I couldn’t remember the last time I took a Valium. I was too worried about the FPMP catching me off guard. I needed to be sure I had an edge. That I wasn’t high on Auracel. Or drunk.

“Anything unusual going on at work?”

“I don’t know, work’s okay. I’m at this hospital. It’s thick with ghosts. But nothing I can’t handle.” Work was fine. Really. Except for Officer “Andy.” But I doubted there was anything Stefan could say to make me feel better about the FPMP following me around, spying on me, siccing a remote viewer on my pathetic life. “I’m remembering more. I think maybe it’s good that we’re doing these regressions. I think maybe I’m ready to remember.”

“Is there anything in particular you want me to focus on in today’s session?”

Probably, but no doubt I couldn’t articulate it. “This is going to sound crazy, but the stuff I’m remembering, everything except for being locked in a room with a dead body, well… how can I say it? It’s not too bad. You and me, we had some fun.”

Stefan watched me intently. There was a deep vertical crease between his brows. “At times. I suppose.”

“The kitchen raids. The whippits.” The sex, of course. I didn’t say that. It felt too awkward. “A lot of that wasn’t any worse than any other kid of our age would have gone through in the dorm.”

“At first. Before Krimski.”

Another huge jolt of memory rocked me.

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