Chapter Seventeen

The Therapist Is Dead.

"Hello... Mr Wilson"

Lizzy greeted Wilson who had just appeared in the company of two hefty guys at her apartment unannounced.

"Hello Liz..." Wilson responded to her greeting

He walked over to the couch in the small living room and sat down, his eyes darting around every corner of the room.

Lizzy was beginning to feel uncomfortable about his impromptu visit. The way the two guards stood on separate sides of the doorway sent a chill down her spine.

"What do I offer you..." Lizzy managed to say not wanting them to notice the tension within her.

"Anything... Water will do" Wilson answered cheerfully.

The excitement he should made Lizzy more comfortable.

She had not been to close to Wilson but in the little time she have worked as his daughter's therapist, she could tell that he was not the smiling type.

She faked a smile and said "I'll be back" while walking into the small kitchen that was a left turn from the living room.

She took out a glass the cabin that hung
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