Hanley gave her a shallow nod of agreement then muttered a quick and blatantly insincere apology in our direction. Other than that he remained quiet, with a somewhat stoic expression on his face as he stared across the table at us.
In that moment the two of them had officially established their roles as good cop and bad cop. Any other time I probably would have pointed out to them that I was onto their game, but the obvious posturing seemed just exactly that- obvious. Their less than subtle attempt at manipulation bothered me enough that I had to wonder why they had been so transparent. I knew I should be listening to my instincts to cut and run, but there was just one small problem. My curiosity was taking over.
“We’d like to continue if you’re agreeable to that,” Jante said, directing herself to Felicity, although she did cast a quick glance in my direction as well.
Personally, I wasn’t excited about the situation, but the nagging wonder in the back of my head was getting the better of me. I wanted to know just exactly what they were after and why. I turned toward my wife and wrestled with the momentary indecision.
After a heartbeat or two I abandoned the struggle and chose a different path. I would allow Felicity to be the barometer. As curious as I was, I knew she would be pragmatic. She always was. If she wanted to leave now, we would. If she wanted to hear them out, then I would just be sure to pay even closer attention to my gut. If my inklings grew any stronger, I figured I could just pull the plug then and there. At least, that’s what I hoped.
I shrugged. “I’ll leave it up to you unless you want me to decide. Just say the word.”
She looked at me and gave a shallow nod then absently chewed at her lower lip. A thick quiet filled the room, underscored by the low whirr of the cooling fan on Doctor Jante’s notebook computer as it kicked on for a moment.
“Maybe I can help with your decision,” the doctor finally said, breaking the silence and taking advantage of the fact that my wife had not yet said no. “May I show you something, Miz O’Brien?”
“What?” Felicity asked.
“It’s a short clip from a video recording of an interview with Devereaux.”
“Why do you want me to see it?”
“I think that after you do, you’ll have a better understanding of why we are so interested in your apparent connection with Miranda.”
Felicity looked over at me again then back to Doctor Jante. She closed her eyes and sighed, then gave a quick nod to the affirmative as her eyelids fluttered open. “Okay. I’ll watch it.”
Jante skillfully fingered the computer keyboard then twisted the whole unit so that it was aimed in our direction.
“This particular clip is from an interview conducted last week,” she told us as a simple introduction then reached around and tapped the touch pad to start it playing.
As the image opened on the screen, I experienced an excruciating moment of deja vu. Annalise Devereaux was almost a dead ringer for Felicity. There were differences to be sure, but they were subtle enough that even I had to do a double take. What made this worse for me, though, was the fact that the woman in the video was clad in a prison issue orange jumpsuit and wearing handcuffs. When my wife had been arrested and accused of the murders, I had visited her at the Justice Center where she had been held. The image before me now was almost like a snapshot taken directly from my memory, and it brought a phantom wave of the emotional pain flooding back without warning.
I watched as the video doppelganger settled back in her chair, regarding the person seated across the table from her with a curious expression. While the camera was primarily focused on Annalise, I could make out enough of the interviewer’s profile to reasonably assume that it was Doctor Jante herself. As the clip moved forward, audio began to stream from the computer.
“Actually, she reminds me of how Annalise was in the beginning,” Devereaux said, her voice a sweet Southern drawl even through the tinniness of the small speakers. “But, better. Much better.”
Judging from the third person reference, it was apparent that Miranda was in control.
“Miz O’Brien, you mean?” the half image of Doctor Jante on the screen asked.
“Felicity, yes,” Miranda replied.
“How is it that you know her?”
“Serendipity.”
“Would you like to explain?”
“No.”
“I see. So, what is it that makes her better than Annalise?”
“Her spirit, of course,” she said, shaking her head and smiling. The tone of her voice made her reply sound as if the answer was so obvious that the question itself was wholly unnecessary. “She fights her desires, and that just makes them all the sweeter when they are realized. For the both of us.”
“And those desires would be?”
“To accept their love completely and without hesitation.”
“Love?”
“Yes.”
“By ‘accept their love’ exactly what and who do you mean?”
“Accepting their love by giving them what they want.”
“‘They’ being men?”
“Of course.”
“So what you really mean is torturing and killing men for your own sexual gratification?”
“No.” Miranda shook her head. “I mean exactly what I said. Loving them.”
“I’m not sure I comprehend how what you do to them equates to love.”
Miranda flashed her wicked smile. “Of course you don’t. You don’t have the capacity to understand.”
“Perhaps if you explained it to me.”
“That would be like trying to explain algebra to a flea, now wouldn’t it?”
“I don’t know. I’m a little smarter than your average flea. Why don’t you give it a try and we’ll see?”
Miranda leaned forward and adopted a serious visage. “Do you have children, Ellie?”
“Do you?” the doctor countered without missing a beat.
Miranda smiled and leaned back. “Of course you don’t. You’re far too wrapped up in yourself to have had time for a partner, much less children.”
“That’s an interesting observation.”
“No it isn’t.” She shook her head. “I’m merely stating the obvious.”
“I see.”
Miranda looked her over then leaned back in the chair once again. “Or maybe you’re a lesbian. Is that it? Do you prefer the company of women, Ellie?”
“I really expected better from you,” the onscreen Doctor Jante replied, her voice even and unfazed. “That’s exactly what Virgil Leroy Belton asked when I interviewed him. I even wrote about it, so I would have to assume you’ve read my book.”
“Actually, that isn’t exactly what he said. Belton asked if you were a ‘pussy licking dyke.’ I’m not that crude.”
“Yes, you are correct. So obviously you did read it.”
“No, but Annalise did.”
“I see. What did she think?”
“She thought it was sophomoric and speculated that your PhD came from a box of caramel corn.”
“Still trying insults? Isn’t that ploy a bit common?”
“No more common than the questions you’ve been asking me, Ellie. I’m merely slumming. As distasteful as it is, I’m bringing myself down to your level to help you understand what you couldn’t otherwise. You should really show some appreciation for the sacrifice I am making on your behalf.”
Video Jante remained silent. Eventually Miranda cocked her head to the side and grinned.
“Do you know why I wanted to know if you have children?” she asked.
“I have my own theory, but I’m fairly certain you would say I’m wrong if I were to tell you.”
“That’s because you are. I don’t even have to hear it to know that.” Miranda sighed. “I suppose I should just tell you. I asked you about children because it might help you better understand. You see, Ellie, the bond between a mother and child is unlike anything else. No love runs as deep, even the love I feel for them, and they for me. And, I imagine that when a mother sees her child take its first step, she must feel just exactly like I did that night.”