Detective Langdon Stone was following close behind her. She was pretty sure she’d taken complete leave of her senses. “Is that a professional opinion?” she asked herself grimly. The answer was yes. She shouldn’t be doing this. Sure, she was trying to learn more about her patient, but rashly telling Langdon Stone that she was heading to Siren Song wasn’t exactly part of the job description. Why? Why had she jumped at this opportunity? Claire took a corner too fast and forced herself to slow down, easing her foot off the accelerator. The rain was in abeyance but that didn’t mean she should be driving at the mercy of her emotions. She was normally pretty good at self-assessment. Years of practice, she thought with a faint inner smile. When her marriage had broken up, she’d examined all the reasons, picking them apart, spreading them out, examining each one. Her ex, for all his faults, of which there were many, wasn’t a bad guy. They just hadn’t been on the same page. Not all his fault.
