“Career guidance?”
“All kinds of guidance,” said Gull.
“You don’t call ’em neurotic anymore, huh?”
“We avoid labeling, Detective. Avoid stigma. Therapy’s not treatment in the way a medical procedure is—a doctor doing something to a passive patient. It’s contractual. We see ourselves as partners with our patients.”
“Doctor and patient working as a team.”
“Exactly.”
“Problems of adjustment,” said Milo. “You’re absolutely certain there were no dangerous people in Dr. Koppel’s practice.”
Albin Larsen said, “Mary would not have enjoyed working with violent individuals.”
“And she did only what she enjoyed?”
“Mary was busy. She could choose her patients.”
“Why wouldn’t she enjoy working with violent people, Dr. Larsen?”
“Mary was committed to nonviolence.”
“We all are, Doctor, but that doesn’t mean we’re insulated from the uglier aspects of life.”
Larsen said, “Dr. Koppel was able to insulate herself.”
Milo said, “Really?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve heard radio tapes where Dr. Koppel talked about prison reform.”
“Ah,” said Larsen. “I’m afraid that was my influence. Was I on the tapes, as well?”
“Don’t think so, Doctor.”
Larsen’s mouth got tiny. “It was a topic I got Mary interested in. Not in a clinical sense. She was a socially aware individual, had a human as well as an academic interest in the larger social issues. But when it came to her practice, she concentrated on the everyday problems of everyday people. Women, mostly. And doesn’t that say something about the likelihood of her murderer being a patient?”
“Why’s that, Dr. Larsen?”
“Criminal violence is usually male-generated.”
“You’ve got an interest in criminal psychology?” said Milo.
“Only as part of the social rubric,” said Larsen.
Franco Gull said, “Albin’s being modest. He’s done terrific things as a human rights advocate.”
“From that to private practice,” I said.
Larsen glanced at me. “One does what one can in a given time.”
Milo said, “Human rights doesn’t pay the bills.”
Larsen turned to him. “I’m sorry to say, you’re correct, Detective.”
“So,” said Milo, “no psychopaths on Dr. Koppel’s patient roster.”
A statement, not a question, and neither psychologist responded. Albin Larsen ate a shred of lettuce. Franco Gull examined his gold watch.
Milo whipped out the picture of the blond girl. “Either of you gentlemen recognize her?”
Larsen and Gull examined the death shot. Both shook their heads.
Gull licked his lips. Sweat beaded atop his nose, and he wiped it away with irritation. “Who is she?”
“Was,” said Larsen. “She’s clearly deceased.” To Milo: “Is this related in some way to Mary’s murder?”
“Don’t know, yet, Doctor.”
“Did Mary know this girl?” said Gull.
“Don’t know that either, Doctor. So neither of you have seen her around the office.”
Gull said, “Never.”
Larsen shook his head. Tugged at a button of his sweater-vest. “Detective, is there something we need to know about? In terms of our own safety?”
“Are you worried about your safety?”
“You’ve just showed us a picture of a dead girl. I assume you feel her death is related to Mary’s. What’s really going on here?”
Milo put the photo back in his pocket. “All I can advise you is to exercise normal caution. Should either of you come up with a threatening patient—or anyone else from Dr. Koppel’s life who seems suspicious—you’d do best to let me know.”
He crossed his legs, looked over at the frolicking children. An ice-cream truck cruised through the alley and rang its bell. Some of the kids began pointing and jumping.
Franco Gull said, “Is there anything else? I’ve got a totally booked afternoon.”
“Just a few more questions,” said Milo. “About the structure of your partnership with Dr. Koppel.”
“Albin told you, it’s not a formal partnership,” said Gull. “We share office space.”
“A purely financial arrangement?”
“Well,” said Gull, “I wouldn’t reduce it to just that. Mary was our dear friend.”
“What happens, now that Dr. Koppel’s dead, in terms of the lease?”
Gull stared at him.
Milo said, “I need to ask.”
“Albin and I haven’t talked about that, Detective. It’s all we can do to take care of Mary’s patients.” He looked at Larsen.
Larsen said, “I’d be in favor of you and I picking up Mary’s share of the rent, Franco.”