CHAPTER TWENTY
Mackenzie was glad Kingsville was just over an hour away from DC; it made the back and forth monotony of it all much more bearable. She wasn’t stranded like she typically was when she was on assignment elsewhere in the country. Because of the close proximity, it only took her forty-five minutes to get from Kingsville to Herndon, which would place her only twenty minutes away from DC when she was done.
The business card Haggerty had given her was for a man by the name of Oswald Gates. The card claimed he was an LPC specializing in “achieving peace and rest through group settings.” He’d seemed agreeable enough on the telephone and although he had not maintained a phobia-based group in over a year, he jumped at the chance to meet with her.
His office was located in a small b
