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if you don’t want to. But I’d like to talk to you, if you’re willing.”
    “My lawyer?” I was genuinely confused. They hadn’t offered a phone call, because I wasn’t formally under arrest. I was shocked to hear I had a lawyer at all, much less one that was physically in the building.
    “Can we talk? Off the record?”
    I nodded. “Sure.”
    “First, you have my condolences. There’s no easy way to say this, so I’ll come right out with it. Your father passed away last night.”
    I almost said, “I know,” but I didn’t. Instead, I nodded again. “It’s for the best. I heard he was in a lot of pain.”
    Agent Salazar sat down in the chair across from me. Our eyes met, but neither of us broke contact after the socially-sanctioned few seconds. His irises were a greyish blue flecked with purple and I felt a strange sense of safety and comfort in them. When he did break the gaze, he said, “I’m worried about you, Mr. Fisher. I’m afraid we may meet again in a room like this. Do you know why?”
    “I don’t know what happened to Sarai.”
    “Yes, you do. Want me to tell you all about it?”
    He shook his head. “Maybe you don’t. But that’s not why I’m worried. Isolation, Colin…it’s the only symptom shared by every mental disorder. Without social connections, a support system, the mind can start playing tricks on you.”
    Internally, Y ou’re telling me . Externally, “I’ll make it.”
    He continued, as if I hadn’t spoken. “Factor in your intelligence, your choice of reading materials, and the losses you’ve endured…If you start losing your grip on reality and morality, you could be a very dangerous man. There are some profilers in the other room who think you already may be.”
    “Then why are you letting me go?”
    “Because you didn’t do this. Not the store clerk, not the others. But, Mr. Fisher,” he held out a business card in his hand, “If you ever want help, call me. If you get in over your head and you want out, there are people who can help.”
    I tucked the card away in my jeans pocket. “I thought psychopathy was incurable.”
    He smiled, but it was a sad smile. “You’re not a psychopath. You empathized with Agent Devereaux. It’s how you got past her act; you sensed what she was really feeling instead of merely what she was showing. You’re not a psychopath…but that doesn’t mean you couldn’t be a monster. Some of the worst predators are the ones who use their empathy to find the vulnerability in their victims.” He locked eyes with me again. “Have you killed anyone yet, Mr. Fisher?”
    “No.”
    “I believe you.”
    I looked away from his gaze. “Then why…?”
    “…are we talking?” He thought about it for a minute, the silence between us comfortable, not cop and suspect in interrogation. “I helped with the aftermath of the Columbine shootings early in my career. The more I learned about it, the more I wondered if the right person at the right time could have helped those boys do something different. I never met them. But I’m meeting you. If I can be that person, I want you to call me when the time is right.”
    “Look, I think I’ve got everything under control. But if I start to lose it...”
    “Start? We’re well out of the starting gate of insanity, my friend.”
    “…I’ll call you. I promise.”
    I stood up, ready to see this mysterious lawyer of mine and hunt down some dinner. “So how did they figure out I didn’t kill that guy anyway?”
    Agent Salazar looked grim. “There was another killing while you were in custody. Same MO.” He shook his head. “Go bury your father, Mr. Fisher. Try and forget about this mess.”

4
    N o fewer than three officers walked me downstairs to my attorney. No doubt they were hoping I’d kill someone on my way out so as to make my recapture simple. Their manner was tight, closed-mouthed, and disciplined. Second body or not, these men still believed me guilty of something. I wondered how