"Overruled."

"Your Honor-"

"Sit down, Mr. Singer."

David glared at Judge Williams and angrily took his seat.

"So what you're telling us, Doctor, is that there's no evidence that will prove or disprove the existence of MPD?"

"Well, no. But-"

Brennan nodded. "That's all."

Dr. Royce Salem was on the witness stand.

David said, "Dr. Salem, you examined Ashley Patterson?"

"I did."

"And what was your conclusion?"

"Miss Patterson is suffering from MPD. She has two alters who call themselves Toni Prescott and Alette Peters."

"Does she have any control over them?"

"None. When they take over, she is in a state of fugue amnesia."

"Would you explain that, Dr. Salem?"

"Fugue amnesia is a condition where the victim loses consciousness of where he is, or what he is doing. It can last for a few minutes, days or sometimes weeks."

"And during that time would you say that that person is responsible for his or her actions?"

"No."

"Thank you, Doctor." He turned to Brennan. "Your witness."

Brennan said, "Dr. Salem, you are a consultant at several hospitals and you give lectures all around the world?"

"Yes, sir."

"I a.s.sume that your peers are gifted, capable doctors?"

"Yes, I would say they are."

"So, they all agree about multiple personality disorder?"

"No."

"What do you mean, no?"

"Some of them don't agree."

"You mean, they don't believe it exists?"

"Yes."

"But they're wrong and you're right?"

"I've treated patients, and I know know that there is such a thing. When-" that there is such a thing. When-"

"Let me ask you something. If there were were such a thing as multiple personality disorder, would one alter always be in charge of telling the host what to do? The alter says, 'Kill,' and the host does it?" such a thing as multiple personality disorder, would one alter always be in charge of telling the host what to do? The alter says, 'Kill,' and the host does it?"

"It depends. Alters have various degrees of influence."

"So the host could could be in charge?" be in charge?"

"Sometimes, of course."

"The majority of times?"

"No."

"Doctor, where is the proof that MPD exists?"

"I have witnessed complete physical changes in patients under hypnosis, and I know-"

"And that's a basis of truth?"

"Yes."

"Dr. Salem, if I hypnotized you in a warm room and told you that you were at the North Pole naked in a snowstorm, would your body temperature drop?"

"Well, yes, but-"

"That's all."

David walked over to the witness stand. "Dr. Salem, is there any doubt in your mind that these alters exist in Ashley Patterson?

"None. And they are absolutely capable of taking over and dominating her."

"And she would not be aware of it?"

"She would not be aware of it."

"Thank you."

"I would like to call Shane Miller to the stand." David watched him being sworn in. "What do you do, Mr. Miller?"

"I'm a supervisor at Global Computer Graphics Corporation."

"And how long have you worked there?"

"About seven years."

"And was Ashley Patterson employed there?"

"Yes."

"And did she work under your supervision?"

"She did."

"So you got to know her pretty well?"

"That's right."

"Mr. Miller, you've heard doctors testify that some of the symptoms of multiple personality disorder are paranoia, nervousness, distress. Have you ever noticed any of those symptoms in Miss Patterson?"

"Well, I-"

"Didn't Miss Patterson tell you that she felt someone was stalking her?"

"Yes. She did."

"And that she had no idea who it could be or why anyone would do that?"

"That's right."

"Didn't she once say that someone used her computer to threaten her with a knife?"

"Yes."

"And didn't things get so bad that you finally sent her to the psychologist who works at your company, Dr. Speakman?"

"Yes."

"So Ashley Patterson did exhibit the symptoms we're talking about?"

"That's right."

"Thank you, Mr. Miller." David turned to Mickey Brennan. "Your witness."

"How many employees do you have directly under you, Mr. Miller?"

"Thirty."

"And out of thirty employees, Ashley Patterson is the only one you've ever seen get upset?"

"Well, no..."

"Oh, really?"

"Everyone gets upset sometimes."

"You mean other employees had to go and see your company psychologist?"

"Oh, sure. They keep him pretty busy."

Brennan seemed impressed. "Is that so?"

"Yeah. A lot of them have problems. Hey, they're all human."

"No further questions."

"Redirect."

David approached the witness stand. "Mr. Miller, you said that some of the employees under you had problems. What kind of problems?"

"Well, it could be about an argument with a boyfriend or a husband...."

"Yes?"

"Or it could be about a financial problem..."

"Yes?"

"Or their kids bugging them...."

"In other words, the ordinary kinds of domestic problems that any of us might face?"

"Yes."

"But no one went to see Dr. Speakman because they thought they were being stalked or because they thought someone was threatening to kill them?"

"No."

"Thank you."

The trial was recessed for lunch.

David got into his car and drove through the park, depressed. The trial was going badly. The doctors couldn't make up their minds whether MPD existed or not. If they can't agree, If they can't agree, David thought, David thought, how am I going to get a jury to agree? I can't let anything happen to Ashley. I can't. how am I going to get a jury to agree? I can't let anything happen to Ashley. I can't. He was approaching Harold's Cafe, a restaurant near the courthouse. He parked the car and went inside. The hostess smiled at him. He was approaching Harold's Cafe, a restaurant near the courthouse. He parked the car and went inside. The hostess smiled at him.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Singer."

He was famous. Infamous? Infamous?

"Right this way, please." He followed her to a booth and sat down. The hostess handed him the menu, gave him a lingering smile and walked away, her hips moving provocatively. The perks of fame, The perks of fame, David thought wryly. David thought wryly.