Glaser CHAPTER SEVENTEEN Sitting at my desk in the living room I pulled out my notes from the shelter files and began comparing them to the information in the calendar. In addition to Karissa Dillard and the group sessions, Regina had been seeing seven women at the time she died. I found their initials penciled into time slots in the weeks prior, each of them seeing Regina at least once a week, but more often twice, for therapy. Karissa’s initials were on evenings that matched the dates listed in her files, so it didn’t appear that anyone had tampered with those details, but there was still the matter of the altered contact info. Tracing back to the beginning of the year was a steady stream of initials—women who Regina had seen that the shelter didn’t consider open files. Hopefully, I’d be able to convince the board tomorrow morning that they should be. Not expecting anything, I paged through Regina’s address section. Flipping through to the last names of my co-workers didn’t turn up any familiar names, but I found the shelter women’s easily enough.
