Chapter 12
Vicky Forrester walked into the Thomason Psychiatric Clinic.
“Hi,” Alison Sowder greeted her. “Can I help you?”
Vicky handed her a business card. “I need to speak to Cameron Andrews.”
Alison stopped. What should she say? “Today’s not her work day,” she answered.
“How many days a week does she work?”
“Three or four, depending on our volume for the week.” Alison made up her story on the spot. She really didn’t know what to say, but she didn’t want to get Cam in trouble.
“I see,” Vicky frowned. “Is Dr. Thomason free?”
“She’s with a client right now.” She looked at the clock on the wall. “It should last for another three-quarters of an hour. You’re welcome to wait if you want.”
Vicky thought for a moment. She didn’t have time to sit around for forty-five minutes. “Is there
