CHAPTER TWENTY
Jessie was about to enter Crutchfield’s cell, to sit in the same spot, maybe even the same chair her father had occupied two years previous. She tried to ignore the dull sense of nausea she felt and focus on what she was about to do.
“You all right?” Kat asked her, handing over the red-button emergency remote as they stood outside the cell door.
“I think so,” Jessie replied. “I’m trying to shut everything out so he doesn’t work me too much.”
“What did Detective Hernandez say?” Kat asked, referencing Jessie’s call with him a few minutes ago.
“Apparently Dr. Bertrand Roy hasn’t been seen in person in well over two years, since mid-October 2016. He’s a professor at Cal State-Northridge who works in the field of deviant psychology. That’s why his name was familiar to me. He
