CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The moment she got to her car, she looked at the brief notes she had taken while looking over Biel’s file inside the prison. Among them was the name and number of the psychiatrist who had met with Biel during and immediately following the trial. She called the number and was handled by a receptionist. After having to use a few choice words and reciting her badge number to the woman on the other end, she was put through to Dr. Janelle Pearson.
When Pearson answered the phone, she sounded livid…but in that quiet and calm sort of way that psychiatrists tended to be well rehearsed in.
“I don’t what your issue is,” Pearson said, not bothering with introductions or formalities, “but I am currently with a client. This is highly unprofessional and rude.”
“I understand that, an
