CHAPTER 40With a morning of psychological excavation ahead of him, Cuddy Mullins settled into the comfy chair in the psychiatrist’s office and felt strangely relaxed. He was surprised how much he was pleasantly anticipating the opportunity to explore his thoughts and perhaps discover what made him do the things he did.
In the three weeks since an eighty-two-count indictment had been filed by the United States Attorneys’ office formally charging him with bank fraud, mail fraud, wire fraud, money laundering, false states, filing false tax returns, and, for good measure, impeding the administration of revenue laws, the defense team had started submitting the motions needed to launch their diminished-mental-capacity defense. He had already sat for a battery of brain scans and psychological te
