By Bob Senitram
Thinking up the nonsense, before you do…
“So you’re here to visit Dr. Hector for the third time. Didn’t he make a fool of you twice already? The warden asks.
“Fool me twice shame on you. Fool me three times and, and…I won’t get fooled again.” Bob replies.
“Yeah sure, you know the drill, Barney’s expecting you.”
“So that’s the deal Dr. Hector, review the files and help us and you get transferred to the VA hospital in Tennessee and once a year you get to go to Apricot Island where you can swim with the dolphins.”
“Sounds Charming…” Dr. Hector replies, not believing a word.
“If Jennifer Statlin dies, you get nothing.” Bob adds.
“Quid pro quo, Agent Senitram. Those are my only conditions.”
“Squid go pro? I dunno about that, I don’t watch SpongeBob.”
“No, Quid pro quo. It means I tell you things, you tell me things…But, not about this case. About yourself. Yes or no Special Agent Sentiram? Poor little Jennifer is waiting…”
“Sure. What-ever.”
“What is your worst memory of childhood? Don’t lie, for I’ll know.”
“Ok, well, one time, when I was little, in the summer, on a weekend, after breakfast, around 10 am…or maybe it was around 9:30, 9:45 probably…Actually I think it was Saturday…”
“Get on with it…” Hector impatiently sighs.
“Anyways, there was one cinnamon roll left and I reached out to take it, but my brother grabbed it first. I was so disappointed.”
“Yessss, go on…then what happened?”
“Well, he takes a bite, then throws it in the garbage and says, ‘I didn’t really want it, I just didn’t want you to have it.’ Man, what a jerk! I never forgave him.”
“So your anger built and built until…until?”
“Actually, I just went about my day.”
“Then you killed him that night, didn’t you? And you got away with it too. Made it look like an accident. The perfect crime, and all these years holding that guilt inside…”
“No, that didn’t happen. But then, the next week…”
“You killed him?”
“No, my parents got divorced. My mother wanted to ‘get away’. You know, clear her mind and stuff…
…Only, only, she never came back.” Bob said, head to the floor.
“Aaaaahhhh, yes. And that pain added to the anger from your brother made you go into a rage. You were confused, angry, you couldn’t control yourself…and that’s when you killed your brother!”
“No, I just went about my day…You’re really hell bent on me killing my brother aren’t you? Anyway, we were sent to foster homes and I got to live on a ranch.”
“Were you forced to work on the ranch? Were you forced to work until your muscles ached? Nothing more than slave labor, right agent Senitram?”
“Wrong again! Boy you really suck at this guessing game. They were nice people. But I ran away, got caught and was put in a new foster home.
…Squid go pro, Doctor. Was Hopalong a student of yours?”
“I already told you that two chapters ago..”
“Oh yeah, so I guess yes. Hey wait! That was that Dale Yookum guy, not Hopalong. You’re trying to be a tricky-tricky white boy.”
“Good catch. You’re not quite the moron I imagined. Hopalong was a patient of mine. He was also a student, but not one of mine. He had unique ideas on curing psychological ailments..”
“Tell me about him…”
“Hopalong wasn’t born a serial killer. This is new. Perhaps he gives up on his patients the same way his professors gave up on him. I’d have to see the patterns.”
“Oh, I almost forgot. Here are the case files, it’s everything we know.” Bob hands him the case files thru the cell bars.
“Tell me, did Jennifer have a unique psychological profile?”
“She suffers from misophonia.”
“Yes, I was expecting something like that. Very well, I’ll review the files.”
“I’ll arrange for your transfer to the VA, but if Jennifer dies you come back to your favorite hell hole.” Bob explains.
“Very well, run along now, shoo…” Hector dismisses Bob.
Misophonia: A condition in which one or more common sounds (such as the ticking of a clock, the hum of a fluorescent light, or the chewing or breathing of another person) cause an atypical emotional response (such as disgust, distress, panic, or anger) in the affected person hearing the sound.
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