THIRTY-THREE
Ten days later, Frank Oliver checked into Timberwood Psychiatric Hospital in east Dallas. It was just a three-day stay, but it was a busy three days. Dr. Carl Feinberg and his associate, Dr. Patrick Chen, did what amounted to exploratory surgery on the mind of Frank Oliver. They poked, prodded, and probed his brain and memory from infancy to his check-in at the hospital. For three days, Frank answered questions, identified ink blots, took tests, filled in circles, made up endings to stories, and submitted to every other conceivable psychological evaluation. When he left Timberwood, he was an exhausted, emotionally drained man. If nothing else, he had come to the realization that he needed help. This was one he couldn’t handle by himself. Maybe Ken Hargrove had been on to some
