Page 165 of Vicious Hearts

“That’s what I thought, until I checked. The visitation window starts about two hoursbeforethose two-fifteen check-ins.” His jaw tightens. “And look at the blocked-out names. Every censor bar is the same length.”

“Same name,” I hiss.

Same time.Everytime.

He nods grimly. “Cillian, those aren’t random conjugal visits from psycho fans. Those aredates.” He takes his phone back and brings something else up. “This is the best shot my guy could scrounge up. It’s from a security tape of whoever this chick was that kept visiting O’Conor.”

He shows me the clip. Yeah, we’re not getting shit from it. It’s blurry, and the woman in question is wearing a brimmed hat, a high-collared jacket, and sunglasses. Castle nods his chin at me, and I pass him Hades’ phone with the video clip on loop so he can see.

“Oh, and this Dr. Thompson?”

“We’ve been through this. Castle’s totally looked into her. She’s clean.”

Hades frowns. “Not really.”

I go still. “Explain.”

“I mean yeah, she’s not a bank robber or anything. But, she’s notclean. She was stripped of her medical license four years ago.”

Alarm bells begin to sound in my head. I glance sharply at Castle, who looks equally on edge.

“She retired, Hades. I looked into her—”

“Castle. I just paid an admin at her last position to unseal the fucking records for me. She didn’t retire, she was fired. She also had her medical license revoked after a ‘psychiatric episode’ following a disciplinary hearing in regard to prescription drug theft.”

What. The.Fuck.

“She tried to sue them, and they agreed to drop criminal charges and seal everything if she backed the fuck off, which she did.”

My pulse is on fire as I yank my phone out of my pocket and dial Una’s number. It rings and rings and rings, and then goes to voice mail. I try again, and the same shit happens.Fuck me.

“Oh, and I almost forgot.” Hades looks grim. “Coal Creek wasn’t the first time Dr. Thompson observed O’Conor in a professional setting.”

“What?”

He nods. “He picked up a minor assault and battery charge something like thirty years ago. The mob paid for his lawyer, so he got it pled down. But he did do a stint in court-mandated psych evaluation. And take a big ol’ guess as to who his shrink was.”

“That’s impossible. They’d never okay Thompson at Coal Creek given that kind of history with—”

“Except shewasn’t‘DoctorThompson’ back then,” Hades growls. “She still had her maiden name. McCurdy.”

Every fucking alarm bell in the world is going off in my head as I smash the button to call Una one more time.

Then the floor really drops out.

“Oh fuck.”

I whip my gaze over to Castle, who’s still staring at the surveillance video on Hades’ phone.

“Castle—?”

“Fuck me, that’s fucking her.” He taps the screen, his face white as he turns it to me. “Cillian, that’s Gail fucking Thompson.”

Seamus’s shrink. Whom he knew before prison. Who started visiting him on a routine basisinprison.

Whom Una is having fucking dinner with right fucking now.

“Holy shit,” Hades breathes. “I don’t think she was just his shrink. I think she was in love with—Cillian?”

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