Free Angels Bleed (Fallen Angels Book 1) by Max Hardy Page A

alone.  From a psychological perspective, the blank periods in her recollection and detailed observations about Madame Evangeline are classic symptoms of DID.  We believe that the last act Madame Evangeline carried out, the brutal murder of Michael Angus, was so traumatic to Rebecca’s personality that she has figuratively locked the room and thrown away the key that would allow us access to her.  We have to try and find that key.  It is the only way we will really understand why Madame Evangeline committed this murder.’
    Dr Ennis stood up then and walked to a set of filing cabinets behind Saul. ‘It might help you to understand more if you see what Rebecca looks, or looked like, and how she sees Madame Evangeline.’ he continued, taking a file out of the cabinet and bringing it back to the desk.  He took out two photographs and one drawing, placing them on the desk facing Saul.
    ‘This first photograph is Rebecca before she murdered her son.  Don’t know when it is, it’s just what she used to look like.  You can see she is tall, very slim, yet curvaceous with a natural beauty about her.  She has long flowing brown hair and bright green eyes, much like yourself.  The second is a police artist sketch of what Rebecca thinks Madame Evangeline looks like.  Notice she is tall, slim, curvaceous with a natural beauty, bright green eyes, but red hair.  The second photograph is Rebecca just before she left.  She pulled all her hair out, inflicted those cuts and bruises in many, many suicide attempts.  She has no tongue to speak of now, pardon the pun.’
    Saul paused for a moment, taking in the images, obviously upset by the last picture. ‘So, there was no evidence at all to suggest that Madame Evangeline was real?’ he said, rhetorically.
    ‘None.  In fact, while most of her recollections of Madame Evangeline have at least a basis in fact, her story about the night Michael died seems to be almost totally fictitious.  We feel that is also part of the trauma during her last hours before killing him.’ 
    Saul was about to speak just as the phone rang.  Dr Ennis picked it up.  ‘Hello.  Ah Celia.  You have him, great.  Can you put him through please?’ he said, putting his hand over the receiver and addressing Saul. ‘Dr Hanlon is in.’
    ‘Hi Ben, its Gordon, Gordon Ennis.  Sorry it’s so early. Wanted to have a quick chat about Rebecca Angus if you have five minutes.’ he began, listening for a second.  ‘Oh, sorry, bloody receptionists!’ he exclaimed, skin suddenly reddening under his collar again.  ‘I was after Benjamin Hanlon, he’s looking after a patient we transferred down there two weeks ago.  Is he in do you know?’ he asked, vehemently jotting down Celia’s name on a pad in front of him, underlining and overwriting it harshly, over and over as he continued on the phone.
    ‘No, he’s an Irish fellow, in his sixties.  Enjoys his single malts.’ he paused as the person on the other end talked, face reddening continually, and the ferocity with which he was overwriting on the pad breaking through pages.  ‘Of course there is someone with that description working there.  Is this some sort of joke!  I have been dealing with Benjamin Hanlon for three months now.  He is an Irish gentlemen.  Three weeks ago a court order was issued in his name to transfer Rebecca Angus into his care.  Two weeks ago we transferred her.’ he shouted, standing up as he did so, listening to the reply.
    ‘You can assure me as much as you want, Sir.  I know there is another Dr Hanlon.  I have e-mails, I have correspondence and I have been ringing him at your bloody hospital.  Now I don’t know what game you are trying to play, but….’ he paused.  ‘Hello, hello.  He hung up, the bastard hung up.’ he stabbed zero on the phone.  ‘Celia, get me Broadmoor again, and make sure it’s the right fucking Dr Hanlon this time.’ he finished.
    The colour started to drain from his angry