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gained
strength and mounted an offense with his fear converted to rage. His
demonstration of explosive anger and the week in the hospital convinced his
father, and his older brother then behaved like a docile pet.
    The enjoyment and high from random acts of
violence became a habit; however, after a couple of incidents with the police,
he realized some control was necessary. It was about this time he met his
current partner, and he had someone to help him manage the incidents and to
share the fun, her analytical mind and poised regime provided a stabilizing
dimension. With some proper planning, the cycle of rage and violence could
continue and the intoxicating highs enjoyed.
    As he stepped through the front door of the
hotel, the suffocating heat delivered a shocking contrast to the air
conditioned hotel. It was not raining, but many people used umbrellas to
provide protection from the blazing sun; everyone appeared to be hustling, in a
hurry to get to the cooler environment of an office building. 
    The housekeeper walked away from the hotel
at a leisurely pace, his rage satiated, his demeanor like a Buddhist monk. In a
matter of days, another cycle would start a slow build, daily ratcheting up the
desire for a violent climax. With the help of his partner, he would plan one
last assault in this city.
    The police investigation continued to
stumble along the wrong path; the media was screaming in the wrong direction;
unless Providence lobbed some biased missiles, their schedule would not be
disrupted.
     
                                                 
# # #
     
    Emma Collins assisted Dr. Kate at White
Rock prison and helped prepare the Board report concerning the multiple memory
streams.
    This afternoon she brooded about a recent
telephone call. Unable to reach Dr. Kate, she convinced herself a call to
Wilson was their best alternative: Dr. Joe Wilson would know some answers and
was normally willing to discuss any scientific topic. Wilson, now retired, had
been a member of Dr. Max’s original research team.
    Unfortunately, her call was shuffled to his
answering service; her next decision, to leave a message, now appeared
reckless. How big a risk was the damn message?
    Emma identified herself and labeled the
message as ‘private and confidential’. First she set the stage, covering their
current status and their time lines, and then she posed the two difficult
questions:
    “Why were multiple memory streams of the
same event not encountered during the initial research work?
    Second, are memory streams a real
reflection of an event? Or, is stored memory modified by the emotions of the
individual at the time of the event? Or, does modification occur later when the
memory is relived?”
       The message, although labeled as
confidential and personal, might be accessed by his wife or an adolescent.
There was no way to know how his household handled personal messages; maybe
they all used his password. A leak would be a fiasco for the Sector.
    If some unpublished facets might taint the
original research, why would he tell her? He had nothing to gain. In fact, the
revelations could cause problems for the entire research team. Wilson might
contact Dr. Max and let him know what was going on, something the Judge
insisted not be done. And why had the Judge declared Dr. Max not be contacted?
    The Sector desperately needed the answers
but had she made a grave mistake?
     
     
     

CHAPTER 6: charlie’s log: the
basketball game
    “You grabbed a stranger’s bare breast?”
    My brother, Sam, is screaming. I shouldn’t
have answered the phone. It’s early morning, and my departure has been delayed
by a few dirty dishes and by reading ancient to-do-lists stuck on the fridge
door; reminiscing should not be a full-time sport.
    Monk must have called him as soon as he
dropped me off. Sam is a few years older than me; today, he is a clinical
psychologist with some big time clients. We are close, and