"What's Dr. Patterson's daughter like?"

"In medical terms, she's a fruitcake."

"I'm not a doctor," Sandra said. "What does that mean?"

"It means that she really believes she's innocent."

"Isn't that possible?"

"The sheriff in Cupertino showed me the file on her. Her DNA and fingerprints are all over the murder scenes."

"What are you going to do now?"

"I've called Royce Salem. He's a psychiatrist that Jesse Quiller's office uses. I'm going to have him examine Ashley and turn the report over to her father. Dr. Patterson can bring in another psychiatrist if he likes, or turn the report over to whichever attorney is going to handle the case."

"I see." Sandra studied her husband's troubled face. "Did Mr. Kincaid say anything about the partnership, David?"

He shook his head. "No."

Sandra said brightly, "He will. Tomorrow's another day."

Dr. Royce Salem was a tall, thin man with a Sigmund Freud beard.

Maybe that's just a coincidence, David told himself. David told himself. Surely he's not trying to look like Freud. Surely he's not trying to look like Freud.

"Jesse talks about you often," Dr. Salem said. "He's very fond of you."

"I'm fond of him, Dr. Salem."

"The Patterson case sounds very interesting. Obviously the work of a psychopath. You're planning an insanity plea?"

"Actually," David told him, "I'm not handling the case. Before I get an attorney for her, I'd like to get an evaluation of her mental state." David briefed Dr. Salem on the facts as he knew them. "She claims she's innocent, but the evidence shows she committed the crimes."

"Well, let's have a look at the lady's psyche, shall we?"

The hypnotherapy session was to take place in the Santa Clara County Jail, in an interrogation room. The furniture in the room consisted of a rectangular wooden table and four wooden chairs.

Ashley, looking pale and drawn, was led into the room by a matron.

"I'll wait outside," the matron said, and withdrew.

David said, "Ashley, this is Dr. Salem. Ashley Patterson."

Dr. Salem said, "h.e.l.lo, Ashley."

She stood there, nervously looking from one to the other, without speaking. David had the feeling that she was ready to flee the room.

"Mr. Singer tells me that you have no objection to being hypnotized."

Silence.

Dr. Salem went on. "Would you let me hypnotize you, Ashley?"

Ashley closed her eyes for a second and nodded. "Yes."

"Why don't we get started?"

"Well, I'll be running along," David said. "If-"

"Just a moment." Dr. Salem walked over to David. "I want you to stay."

David stood there, frustrated. He regretted now that he had gone this far. I'm not going to get in any deeper, I'm not going to get in any deeper, David resolved. David resolved. This will be the end of it. This will be the end of it.

"All right," David said reluctantly. He was eager to have it over with so he could get back to the office. The coming meeting with Kincaid loomed large in his mind.

Dr. Salem said to Ashley, "Why don't you sit in this chair?"

Ashley sat down.

"Have you ever been hypnotized before, Ashley?"

She hesitated an instant, then shook her head. "No."

"There's nothing to it. All you have to do is relax and listen to the sound of my voice. You have nothing to worry about. No one's going to hurt you. Feel your muscles relax. That's it. Just relax and feel your eyes getting heavy. You've been through a lot. Your body is tired, very tired. All you want to do is to go to sleep. Just close your eyes and relax. You're getting very sleepy...very sleepy...."

It took ten minutes to put her under. Dr. Salem walked over to Ashley. "Ashley, do you know where you are?"

"Yes. I'm in jail." Her voice sounded hollow, as though coming from a distance.

"Do you know why you're in jail?"

"People think I did something bad."

"And is it true? Did you do something bad?"

"No."

"Ashley, did you ever kill anyone?"

"No."

David looked at Dr. Salem in surprise. Weren't people supposed to tell the truth under hypnosis? Weren't people supposed to tell the truth under hypnosis?

"Do you have any idea who could have committed those murders?"

Suddenly, Ashley's face contorted and she began breathing hard, in short, raspy breaths. The two men watched in astonishment as her persona started changing. Her lips tightened and her features seemed to shift. She sat up straight, and there was a sudden liveliness in her face. She opened her eyes, and they were sparkling. It was an amazing transformation. Unexpectedly, she began to sing, in a sultry voice with an English accent: "Half a pound of tupenny rice,Half a pound of treacle,Mix it up and make it nice,Pop! goes the weasel."

David listened in astonishment. Who does she think she's fooling? She's pretending to be someone else. Who does she think she's fooling? She's pretending to be someone else.

"I want to ask you some more questions, Ashley."

She tossed her head and said in an English accent, "I'm not Ashley."

Dr. Salem exchanged a look with David, then turned back to Ashley. "If you're not Ashley, who are you?"

"Toni. Toni Prescott."

And Ashley is doing this with a straight face, David thought. David thought. How long is she going to go on with this stupid charade? How long is she going to go on with this stupid charade? She was wasting their time. She was wasting their time.

"Ashley," said Dr. Salem.

"Toni."

She's determined to keep it up, David thought. David thought.

"All right, Toni. What I'd like is-"

"Let me tell you what I'd I'd like. I'd like to get out of this b.l.o.o.d.y place. Can you get us out of here?" like. I'd like to get out of this b.l.o.o.d.y place. Can you get us out of here?"

"That depends," Dr. Salem said. "What do you know about-?"

"-those murders that little Goody Two-shoes is in here for? I can tell you things that-"

Ashley's expression suddenly started to change again. As David and Dr. Salem watched, Ashley seemed to shrink in her chair, and her face began to soften and go through an incredible metamorphosis until she seemed to become another distinct personality.

She said in a soft voice with an Italian accent, "Toni...don't say any more, per piacere." per piacere."

David was watching in bewilderment.

"Toni?" Dr. Salem edged closer.

The soft voice said, "I apologize for the interruption, Dr. Salem."

Dr. Salem asked, "Who are you?"

"I am Alette. Alette Peters."

My G.o.d, it's not an act, David thought. David thought. It's real. It's real. He turned to Dr. Salem. He turned to Dr. Salem.

Dr. Salem said quietly, "They're alters."

David stared at him, totally confused. "They're what?"

"I'll explain later."

Dr. Salem turned back to Ashley. "Ashley...I mean Alette...How-how many of you are in there?"

"Beside Ashley, only Toni and me," Alette answered.

"You have an Italian accent."

"Yes. I was born in Rome. Have you ever been to Rome?"

"No, I've never been to Rome."

I can't believe I'm hearing this conversation, David thought. David thought.

"e molto bello."

"I'm sure. Do you know Toni?"

"S, naturalmente."

"She has an English English accent." accent."

"Toni was born in London."

"Right. Alette, I want to ask you about these murders. Do you have any idea who-?"

And David and Dr. Salem watched as Ashley's face and personality changed again before their eyes. Without her saying a word, they knew that she had become Toni.

"You're wasting your time with her, luv."

There was that English accent.

"Alette doesn't know anything. I'm the one you're going to have to talk to."

"All right, Toni. I'll talk to you. I have some questions for you."

"I'm sure you do, but I'm tired." She yawned. "Miss Tight a.s.s has kept us up all night. I've got to get some sleep."

"Not now, Toni. Listen to me. You have to help us to-"

Her face hardened. "Why should I help you? What has Miss Goody Two-shoes done for Alette or me? All she ever does is keep us from having fun. Well, I'm sick of it, and I'm sick of her. Do you hear me?" She was screaming, her face contorted.

Dr. Salem said, "I'm going to bring her out of it."

David was perspiring. "Yes."

Dr. Salem leaned close to Ashley. "Ashley...Ashley . .. Everything is fine. Close your eyes now. They're very heavy, very heavy. You're completely relaxed. Ashley, your mind is at peace. Your body is relaxed. You're going to wake up at the count of five, completely relaxed. One..." He looked over at David and then back at Ashley. "Two..."

Ashley began to stir. They watched her expression start to change.

"Three..."

Her face softened.

"Four..."