The stocky psychologist moved away from the twilight-darkened window, returned to her desk, and slumped in her chair as if these unpleasant memories had drained her in a way that a hard day’s work never could. ‘Not sure I should tell you.’
‘I believe you have to.’
‘Invasion of privacy and all that.’
‘Police investigation and all that.’
‘Doctor-patient privilege and all that,’ she said.
‘Oh? This fifth girl was your patient?’
‘I visited her several times in the hospital.’
‘Not good enough, Marge. Carefully worded, but not quite good enough. I visited my dad every day when he was in the hospital for a triple heart-bypass operation, but I don’t figure a daily visit gives me the right to call myself his doctor.’
Marge sighed. ‘It’s just that the poor girl suffered so much, and now to dredge it all up again four years after the fact—’
‘I’m not going to find her and dredge up the past in front of a new husband or her parents or anything like that,’ Dan assured her. ‘I may look big and dumb and crude, but actually I can be sensitive and discreet.’
‘You don’t look dumb or crude.’
‘Thank you.’
‘You do look dangerous.’
‘I cultivate that image. It helps in my line of work.’
She hesitated a moment longer, then shrugged. ‘Her name was Regine Savannah.’
‘You’re kidding.’
‘Would Irmatrude Gelkenshettle kid about anyone’s name?’
‘Sorry.’ He wrote ‘Regine Savannah’ in his small notebook. ‘You know where she lives?’
‘Well, at that time it all happened, Regine was a junior in the undergraduate program. She shared a large off-campus apartment in Westwood with three other girls. But I’m sure she’s long gone from that address.’
‘What happened after she got out of hospital? Did she drop out of school?’
‘No. She finished her studies, took her degree, although there were those who wished she would have transferred. Some felt it was a continuing embarrassment to have her here.’
That sentiment baffled him. ‘Embarrassment? I’d think everyone would’ve been happy that she recovered sufficiently — physically and psychologically — to go on with her life.’
‘Except that she continued seeing Hoffritz.’
‘What?’
‘Amazing, huh?’
‘She went on seeing him after he put her in hospital?’
‘That’s right. Worse, Regine wrote a letter to me, in my capacity as department head, defending Hoffritz.’
‘Good God.’
‘She wrote letters to the university president and to a few other faculty members on the review board. She did everything in her power to keep Willy Hoffritz from losing his job.’
A creepy feeling settled over Dan again. He was not, by nature, given to melodramatic action or thought, but somehow just talking about Hoffritz was beginning to make his blood run cold. If Hoffritz was able to acquire such control of Regine, what breakthroughs might he and Dylan McCaffrey have achieved once they had combined their demonic talents? For what purpose had they turned Melanie into a near vegetable?
Dan could no longer sit still. He got up. But it was a small office, and he was a big man, and there wasn’t much of anywhere to pace. He just stood there by his chair, hands in his pockets, and said, ‘You would think, after he beat Regine, she would have been able to break his hold on her.’
Marge shook her head. ‘After Willy Hoffritz was booted off the faculty, Regine actually brought him to a number of campus functions as her escort.’
Dan gaped at her.
Marge said, ‘And he was her only guest at graduation.’
‘Good Lord.’
‘Both of them enjoyed rubbing our faces in it.’
‘The girl needed psychiatric help.’
‘Yes.’
‘Deprogramming.’
A sadness had taken possession of the psychologist’s kind face. She took off her glasses as if they were suddenly much heavier than they had been heretofore, an unbearable weight. She rubbed her weary eyes.
Dan had a good idea how the woman felt. She was dedicated to her profession, and she was good at what she did, and she maintained high personal standards. She had scruples and ideals. With her well-developed conscience, she must believe that a man like Hoffritz was a discredit not only to the profession but to all of those who were his associates.