Dabbling in Danger

Unexpected Expectations

Adeen

"Mr. Jilani, you are a psychologist for the FBI correct?"

The boy nods, "yes sir."

How old is this kid? I'm sure his rosy baby cheeks match his reddened pale ass.

"Please inform on what you're role is in all this, why are you here?" Asks Hank.

"I was asked to evaluate Ms. Walker's mental stability."

"Do you mind sharing with us how you got along with that?"

He shakes his head, "I'd been asked to see and speak with Miss Walker after she fainted. Once she calmed and got a little food in her system, I began my questioning... I asked about her life at home with her sister and Mr. Hutchinson, she mentioned she kept to herself in the beginning, sometimes went out with friends. After some time spent getting comfortable she and Adeen became acquainted."

Hank nods intently, lips pursed, a hand in the air and fingers tiddling as if air-playing to a beat. Theatrics, a wafting pile of dramatic bullshit.

The rosy cheeked boy goes on, how I'd been cold but eventually, eager to turn to my wife's sister for comfort. Please, I want to scoff and spit in his face, but instead I gnaw at my inner cheek.

It boils down to this, "I believe Malina is suffering from some sort of stress disorder."

Francis' nose wrinkles, I'd do the same if I weren't stuck like stone at the mention of her name.

"It seems when she's overwhelmed she is prone to fainting and or hallucinating."

"Hallucinations!" Francis spits under his breath only loud enough for me to hear.

"Would you mind elaborating?" Hank asks.

I'm on the edge of my seat.

"While we spoke, it seemed like she had some sort of an episode. She kept repeating herself, yessir, yessir! At first they were mumbles and then she was screaming until she fell silent. When she came to, finally she said, I can't go against Adeen again."

Oh, my sweet Malina. I take a drink of water only to have something to do with my hands. My dried mouth now moistened, wetness slickening my throat and I swallow hard.

"What do you think she meant by that?" Hank's leading him to what he wants to hear, what he wants everyone to hear, but that's okay because I've heard all I needed.

"She told me, if she went against Adeen he'd have her killed."

Hank nods, "thank you sir. No further questions your honor."

Francis rises as Hank descends into his chair.

"Before we get to the er, hallucinations... Did Malina mention her sister at all or did the two of you only speak about she and my clients relationship?"

Christian shakes his head, "we spoke about Mrs. Hutchinson, yes."

"And?"

"Well, I asked what her sister did with her time, was it school or work... Malina's response was that she didn't do anything, mainly Mrs.Hutchinson spent her time partying and sleeping around and when she was home, she was normally inebriated."

"You're telling me, Malina not even a week after her sister's death felt comfortable enough to tell you Mrs.Hutchinson, was not only an alcoholic but also loose and unfaithful." Francis nods, lets this statement hang in the air then shakes his head, moving on.

"Look, you say she's hallucinating but do you have any diagnosis, any proof this isn't an act? Because it would seem to me and perhaps others, her hallucinations are to gain sympathy."