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    â€œI told you before,” she said. “Except in extremely rare occasions, hypnotized subjects always remember what happens to them while they’re under. They don’t change personalities and they can’t be made to do anything they wouldn’t do while fully conscious. I don’t know what you’re selling, but I’m not buying any.”
    Tears came to his eyes. “Jesus, he came back, didn’t he? I’m sorry if he scared you—”
    â€œI’d like you to leave now,” she said, cutting him off. She circled around to her desk drawer and fished out a piece of paper with a preprinted list on it. Then she grabbed his cell phone. Heading across the room, she gave him back his phone and presented the sheet of paper to him as if it were an official summons. Her hand was trembling. “I can’t help you,” she said steadily. “This is a list of qualified therapists and psychologists in the area. I suggest you contact one of them.”
    His mouth open, he shook his head at her. He looked so scared and lost.
    Olivia felt her skin crawl as she brushed past him and extricated the chair from under the doorknob. She couldn’t look at him.
    â€œPlease, if Wade came back, I need to know why he’s doing this to me,” she heard him say. “You’re the only hypnotist who even got me in a trance. No one else—”
    â€œI don’t care!” she yelled, pushing the chair aside. “Get someone else to help you! I want you out of here. . . .” She flung open the door.
    He just stood there and gazed at her. Tears ran down his face.
    â€œGo!” she screamed. “Get out!”
    He still wouldn’t move. So Olivia angrily shoved him out the door.
    â€œWait, no!” he cried.
    Shutting the door and locking it, she’d thought she would feel better. But she didn’t. That had been ten minutes ago, and he was still out there.
    The pounding had ceased, but she could hear him playing back their session on his cell phone—the session he claimed not to remember. The sound of that voice again—Wade’s voice—made her shudder.
    â€œWould you go away?” she yelled to him. “I can’t help you. Go to someone on that list I gave you. . . .”
    She heard the cell phone recording stop. “You don’t understand, it’s got to be you!” He jiggled the doorknob again. “I’m sorry for what happened in there. But that wasn’t me. Please! I’m scared. I think he—he might have come out while I was asleep or something. I think he might have killed some people. . . .”
    Olivia felt sick to her stomach. She’d been afraid of something like this. She anxiously glanced at her desk phone. “I’m calling the police!” she warned. “I mean it—”
    â€œNo, don’t!” he cried. “I’m sorry. I’ll go now. I’m sorry. . . .”
    Olivia grabbed the receiver, but then hesitated when she heard his footsteps retreating down the corridor. She wasn’t certain about calling the police. What could she tell them? She didn’t even know the boy’s real name. He’d claimed to be from Poulsbo, on the Kitsap Peninsula, but he’d told her a bunch of lies. The part about possibly killing someone, was that a lie, too?
    Strange how as soon as she’d threatened to call the police, he’d immediately apologized and withdrawn. Had he really gone? She couldn’t hear anything out in the hallway. Yet she still didn’t want to unlock her office door.
    Olivia moved over to the window. Raindrops started slashing at the glass. She had a view of the sidewalk—two stories below, in front of the building’s entrance. Biting her lip, she spotted him wandering away from the building. His shoulders were drooping, and he kept wiping his eyes. A woman passing him on the sidewalk stared. Olivia realized he was crying