“Come to the back,” I said.

Chapter 8 — One Hundred and Eighty Thousand

My office is nine feet by eleven and has a window that faces a parking lot.

Megan sat in the chair patients sit in and put the leather folder on my desk and did not open it.

“I watched the video eleven times,” she said.

“That’s a strange number.”

“It was the number it took.” She looked at her hands. “The first four I was defending myself. The fifth through about the ninth I wasn’t. I don’t remember what the last two were for.”