Chapter 22Never comfortable speaking to a psychologist, Alex sat on the edge of his chair. Although he knew he was being ridiculous, he always felt he was the one being psychoanalysed. He sat wondering if it stemmed from some deep-seated insecurity dating back to his childhood, then chided himself for reading too much Freud and trying to self-diagnose. Better to leave it to the professionals, he concluded.
Alex spent some considerable time describing the case then sat back hoping for
an educated assessment.
The clinician asked further probing questions and then surmised either Kitson or Armstrong could be responsible for organising Sheila's death. Either ones' profile could be made to fit and he couldn't give Alex an answer based on a desktop analysis. Besides anything else, Alex's view
