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stepped onto the elevator and had the car to ourselves. He pressed 6.
    “Look, Moe, I gotta say this, so hear me out. This is a police matter and this is my jurisdiction. I’d hate for us to be at odds after making nice. You have to stay out of it.”
    I didn’t say anything to that. He seemed relieved by my silence. I think he was even less anxious to hear me tell him lies than I was to tell them.
     
    THE DAYS OF involuntary institutionalization have long since gone. It wasn’t even that easy to keep people for observation anymore unless a crime had been committed, so it was no shock to me that the shrink at Mary Immaculate was sending Katy home. A big man with soulful eyes and a calm manner, the doctor’s name was Rauch. He possessed the ability to make you feel you were the most important person in the room and what you had to say was absolutely crucial.
    “I’ve given her a Xanax to calm her down and a prescription for more if need be,” he said. “From what I understand, she’s had a lot to deal with in the last thirty-six hours, gentlemen. I am not familiar enough with her to make a formal assessment, but I can say that there are always unresolved feelings when it comes to the death of a loved one. It is no great leap to see how the desecration of her father’s and brother’s graves might stir up those feelings and set her off.”
    “So you think she was hallucinating, Doc?” I was glad Vandervoort asked and not me.

    “Well, Sheriff, how many confirmed cases of resurrection can you point to? If I had to guess, and this is off the record, I’d say someone called and Katy heard what she wanted or needed to hear. Guilt and wish fulfillment make a powerful and, oft-times, toxic elixir.”
    “Thanks, Dr. Rauch.” I shook his hand.
    “Mr. Prager, I don’t think Katy is a threat to herself or others, but there is something troubling going on. I would strongly advise you try to get her to seek treatment. When that point comes, I can recommend some good people in the area. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go sign the necessary papers.”
    Vandervoort and I had already agreed that I would take Katy home.
    “You know, Moe, I am gonna get the LUDs for Katy’s phone, just to make sure. Like the shrink, I believe in guilt, but I’m not keen on coincidences.”
    “Me either. Thanks. Can you excuse me a second, I’ve got to call my daughter.”
     
    OUR RIDE BACK to the Maloney house on Hanover Street consisted of silence bookended around a burst of anger. Early on, Katy wasn’t talking and kept her head turned away from me.
    “I’m not crazy, Moe,” she said calmly, head still turned.
    “No one says you are.”
    “It was him.”
    “Patrick? Katy, come on.” I didn’t want to argue with her, but I wasn’t going to placate her either. “Patrick’s dead. You know it. We saw him buried.”
    “Did we?” There, she said it. Someone was bound to. “We saw bones and rags and sneakers buried, not my brother.”
    “Yeah, Katy, his bones, his rags, his sneakers. The cops confirmed it with dental records. That was Patrick.”
    “Then how do you explain the call?”
    “Someone’s fucking with you, with us. That’s what all this stuff with the graves was about. That’s why someone screwed around with Jack White’s grave and—”
    Now she turned to face me. “What happened to Jack’s grave?”
    I told her about the package at the office, about the Sunday call from Mary, and my trip to Dayton.
    “Fuck you, Moe. You’re doing it all over again,” she said, a tear in the corner of her eye. “You and your goddamned secrets. Just take me home.”
    When we got there, I expected her to run out of the car and flip me the bird, but she was full of surprises.

    “Come in.”
    It was an order not an option. When I stepped through the front door, she called me into the bedroom. Shit! I hesitated to go in. There was already enough going on. But when I entered, Katy was standing by her night table, her face