political turmoil at the time, and both times she was buried alive, which was the traditional reprimand for treason (trumped up or otherwise).
As a result, she was a claustrophobic sex addict.
âOh, Marcia,â she sighed. âAgain?â
âSwear to God, Ms. Nazir, the cops just
wait
for me.â
âThey really donât.â
âThey do!â
âThis is Chicago. The police have better things to do than follow you around and wait for you to indulge in acts of public lewdness.â
âNope! Theyâve got nothing better to do than spy on me and wait for me toâto be attacked by my own disease and do stuff they know I canât help. Buncha pervs. With all the porn out there for anyone on the Internet, theyâve gotta lie in wait for me?â
âMarcia.â
â
Iâm
the victim!â
âMarcia.â
âAnd the poor guy I was with. Heâs probably a victim, too. Mark, I wanna say? He looked like a Mark, right?â
âMarcia, Marcia, Marcia! You were busted having carnal relations in the dugout at Wrigley Field. The police take a dim view of such things. And also the public, presumably.â
âItâs not like it was the World Series or anything.â Her patient sulked. âNot even the playoffs.â
âStill.â Leah forced herself to soften her tone, though the urge to hit Marcia with her tape dispenser was strong. This wasnot her first arrest for sex alfresco
.
âI understand you have a diseaseâmultiple diseasesââ
âThatâs right!â
ââbut it is not and should never be a free pass.â
âOh, here we go. Youâre one to talk, Ms. Nazir.â
âBeg pardon?â
âInsighters get away with everything.â
âThat is not true,â she said sharply, though an internal wriggling pricked her conscience. She hadnât had to talk to a cop, post-stabbing. There had been no police report, and likely would not have been even if Archer had been inclined to press charges. Which, for some reason, he had not. âAnd if you have a problem with what I do for a livingâwhich is strange, since youâre here of your own free willâI encourage you to seek help elsewhere.â
âNo you donât! You canât get rid of me that easily.â
âYes, well.â Leah, who had been prowling back and forth, sat behind her desk. âWorth an attempt. I have to write you up for this, Marcia, and I have to decide what to recommend to the DA. My inclination is to lock you up somewhereââ
âHey!â
ââyou can get help, somewhere good like Chicago-Readââ
âGood? Really?â Marcia, who had the hips and butt of an anorexic teenager and the breasts of an artificially augmented porn star, spun so fast her chest took an extra second to catch up. âYouâre gonna lock me up to be starved to death?â
âThat was in 1901.â
Do not roll your eyes. And definitely donât hit her with the tape dispenser.
âAre they even accredited anymore?â
âYour HMO takes them . . .â Not what she would call aringing endorsement. âVery well, Iâll send you somewhere else. The point is, youâve proven you wonât take steps to manage your illness. Youâre like a cancer patient who refuses treatment and then is astonished when the cancer progresses.â
âOh, fuck me.â
âYes, well. Part of the problem. Donât you want to get better?â A rookie question, but she couldnât help it. She honestly couldnât tell. âDonât you want to control your urges instead of the other way around?â
âWhy? So I can be a better person in my next life?â
âWell, yes, that
is
the generalââ
âI got screwedâhilarious, kind of, since I
didnât
get screwed but was found guilty of treason and executed