XIIIDeacon Jake Pond’s office was a borrowed office at Saint M’s Hospital. Three chairs that didn’t wheel, an almost empty desk and a window behind the client that faced a brick wall. He had been borrowing it exclusively since before his PhD, about twenty-five years. There was a picture of him and his wife with their two kids, Harry and Leia and that was it. Pond was obsessed with all things George Lucas. He wore a light brown suit and matching tie. Theodore Roosevelt Maguire Jr. faced him.
“I have to admit the cross makes me...uncomfortable.” Mac was surprised that that made the psychologist laugh.
He reached for pectoral ornament. “I could take it off.”
“Really?” The head shrinker pulled the gold chain out from under his dress collar and removed the jewelry. Then he put it in the sid
