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in New York, and I based my Ph.D. thesis on a pioneering study he did at Columbia matching a patient’s level of hypnotizability with that same patient’s success when treated with acupuncture. Dionysians—the more hypnotizable—tended to do better with acupuncture, while Apollonians fared less well.
    â€œWhat it boils down to for you as future lawyers is that if you know a client or witness is a Dionysian, your best approach is to appeal to his or her softer side, the more emotional, feeling side. The heart side. Apollonians will want a more factual approach, a more cognitive one to appeal to their head side. Knowing who you’re questioning, truly knowing what makes that person tick, gives you a valuable leg up in the relationship.”
    â€œSounds like it could be useful between the sexes,” someone offered. “I think the girl I’m seeing is an Apollonian, always questioning me, always wanting to drive.”
    Tatum laughed and packed up his materials. “If I’ve managed to salvage a relationship this morning, it will all have been worthwhile. Have a good day, ladies and gentlemen.”

 
    CHAPTER
    6
    Four detectives augmented by a half dozen uniformed officers fanned out over the city in search of the white sedan with a broken headlight and smashed windshield. Motor Vehicle Bureau records contained lots of white four-door sedans, which led the force to first concentrate on repair facilities and known chop shops. They got lucky two days after launching their search. The car, a white Buick Regal, sat on the lot of a junkyard along with a hundred other damaged vehicles.
    â€œWhere’d you get this?” a detective asked the yard’s owner, a portly man whose clothing wasn’t in better shape than his cars.
    â€œI bought it.”
    â€œYeah, but who’d you buy it from?”
    â€œSome guy.”
    â€œSome guy?”
    The man grinned. “Yeah.”
    â€œWhen did you buy it?”
    â€œTwo days ago.”
    â€œThis guy drove it in?”
    A nod.
    â€œHow much you pay for it?”
    â€œFour hundred.”
    â€œHe have a woman with him? A blond woman?”
    â€œNo. Just this guy. He says it was in an accident and didn’t want to drive it no more. Says it was bad luck.” His laugh was almost a giggle.
    The detectives examined the front of the vehicle again. “Jesus,” one muttered, “she didn’t do much of a job of wiping off the blood.” The car’s owner had made an attempt but had succeeded only in smearing it over a larger surface.
    â€œHe,” corrected his partner. “He says a guy brought it in.”
    â€œYou saw the blood on the car?” the yard owner was asked.
    â€œYeah, sure, I saw it.”
    â€œIt didn’t raise any red flags with you?”
    â€œWhy should it? It’s the fall. Lots of deer accidents.”
    â€œYou think that’s deer blood?”
    â€œI wouldn’t know. It could be.”
    â€œWho was the seller?” a detective asked through clenched teeth.
    A shrug from the junkyard owner.
    â€œCome on, he turned over the registration. Right?”
    â€œNo, no registration.”
    They opened the driver’s door. The seats had already been removed, the radio, too.
    â€œThe seats were clean,” the man said. “Good radio, too, CD and all.”
    â€œWhere are the plates?”
    â€œThe guy took ’em with him.”
    â€œSo you don’t know who you bought this heap from.”
    â€œWhat does it matter? I paid him a fair price.” He waved his hand in the direction of other vehicles in various stages of dismantling. “People crash their cars, they want to get rid of them. I don’t blame ’em. Once a car gets smashed, it ain’t worth fixing.”
    â€œWhat did this guy look like?”
    â€œNormal. Average. Wore glasses. I remember that. Had long hair, like a hippie.”
    â€œHow long? What