“Nice building. Have you worked here long?”
“It’ll be a year in October,” Binderman said. “Since the beginning. I was one of Mr. Shale’s first employees.”
“Didn’t he bring staff with him from some other practice? I had the impression counseling was a long-term career.”
“For Mr. Shale? Oh, I think so. I was the first employee in this office, but I believe he had one before. Out west, I believe. Or maybe I never heard.” She frowned, as if puzzled at her lack of knowledge. “One or two of the counselors might have come with him, but most of the staff was hired locally. They’re all very good. And the clients keep coming back.”
“I noticed you’re not lacking for business.” Ari gestured toward the groups in the larger room.
As they talked, Binderman continued to open a large stack of mail with an ornate letter opener, a miniature replica of a medieval sword. Ari thought it was an unusual choice in office accessories and didn’t fit the secretary’s personality. Perhaps a gift from a favorite young relative.
“We could use more counselors,” the receptionist continued, “but Mr. Shale doesn’t want us to get too big. He likes to interact on a personal level with his clients and employees, including the clerical staff.”
Ari nodded her approval. “He must understand the value of a good secretary. What an asset you can be in times like this. Of crisis, I mean.” She waited to see if Binderman would take the opening.
“I do my best.” Finished with the mail, Binderman cleaned her hands with a bottle of Saniwash and smoothed her hair. “I know why you’re here,” she said, leaning forward and dropping her voice. “It’s about poor Jules. I’m so sorry that happened to him. I hope you catch the dreadful person. It’s been very upsetting for all of us.”
“Did you know him well?”
Binderman bobbed her head. “He and Lorraine came in every two weeks. Perfect couple. He was so polite. Always asked how I was. Can’t imagine why anyone would harm him.”
The phone rang, and the efficient secretarial mask fell into place. Disappointed, Ari leaned back in the chair and waited for her to finish. They’d just gotten around to the good stuff. Ari knew she’d lost her opportunity to pump the receptionist when Shale stepped out of a nearby office and headed toward her. She gave Binderman a parting smile.
“Ms. Calin, sorry to keep you waiting.” Harold Shale favored her with a broad smile. He extended a large hand to grip hers briefly, generating the same pulse of Otherworld energy she had noticed before. If Shale was aware, his face didn’t show it. “How nice to see you again. I had no idea it would be this soon.” He ushered Ari into his office.
The rich furnishings were no doubt impressive, but the first thing that drew her attention was the unusual collection on the wall. Two display cases held an assortment of antique knives and short swords. Rather disconcerting in a business setting, especially a counseling agency.
Shale responded to her obvious surprise. “A hobby of mine, I’m afraid.” He waved a hand toward the wall. “I suppose I should take them down, but it took me years to collect them all. I enjoy sharing my treasures with others.”
That explained Ms. Binderman’s letter opener, a gift from her boss. Ari walked over to examine the exhibit. Some were simple instruments of death; others were ornate, heavily jeweled. Shale was a man of unique and expensive taste.
“Interesting collection.” She turned away. A weapon was just a weapon to her.
Shale wasn’t fooled. He gave her an indulgent smile. “Not everyone shares my love of the past.” He steered her away from the large executive desk that dominated the room, seating her at a smaller round table. A more intimate setting, casual, probably used during counseling sessions to promote conversation. A surprising choice for this interview. She had pegged Shale as a man who liked to be in charge. The desk would have been more in character.
Proving her assessment, Shale reasserted himself by taking the initiative in the conversation. He talked openly about Lorraine’s grief, Mrs. West’s motherly support, and how disruptive the murder had been to his clientele. After letting this go on for several minutes, Ari interrupted.
“I’m more interested in knowing specifics about the victim. His relationship with Lorraine. Problems they might have had. Maybe we could start with why Jules and Lorraine were in counseling?”
Shale frowned. “This is not a comfortable situation, Ms. Calin. I don’t like talking about my clients or the important work that goes on in counseling sessions. But, as Lorraine has given her permission, I’ll share what I can. She came to me five months ago, said she was considering a vampire bond, but her family was very much opposed. She wanted help in dealing with the issues. We talked. After a few sessions, she brought Jules in to join us.”
“And what was your impression of him?”
Shale gave a dismissive nod. “Mixed. He didn’t talk much about his present lifestyle or his past. Not even the most basic details—interests, friends, habits, financial condition. Unusually secretive.”
“Unusual, how? Most vampires are secretive.”
“Yes, of course, they are.” His nostrils flared briefly, and Shale drew himself up, as if feeling challenged. “When you’ve worked with vampires as long as I have, Ms. Calin, you pick up the nuances. Jules was holding back. He never elaborated, left most of the talking to Lorraine.”
“Hiding something in particular?” Ari’s interest quickened, distracting her from the counselor’s pompous attitude. Maybe Jules had a secret that had gotten him killed.
“I wouldn’t go that far. But not cooperative. Not at all.” His lips thinned in disapproval. “Jules was here only to placate Lorraine. He didn’t want my help. Obviously didn’t think he needed it.”
Well, jeez, she thought, somewhat deflated. Who wants to go to counseling? Especially if the shrink acted like Shale. The counselor’s snobbish manner was beginning to annoy her. “What else did you notice about him?”
“He was polite. Civil to our staff.”
Talk about damning with faint praise. Ari got the distinct feeling Shale had not liked Jules. Maybe it was the difference in personalities. Shale’s pushy manner, expecting all that personal information, might put any vampire on edge. That Shale had been irritated with Jules’s lack of response could have been predicted. A poor counseling match. Why hadn’t Shale reassigned the couple to another counselor?
Shale hadn’t given her a very professional assessment. Despite Jules’s reticence, this was supposed to be the shrink’s field of expertise. He should have seen the personality beneath. Well, no matter, she thought. What he’d said seemed to be skewed anyway and probably told more about Shale than Jules.
“What did you end up advising Lorraine to do about the bonding? Were you opposed?”
“Not exactly. I try to remain neutral, Ms. Calin.” He gave her an ingratiating smile. “May I call you Arianna?”
“Ari. Most people call me Ari.” In fact, only one person consistently called her Arianna. Shale wasn’t going to be the second.
“Then, Ari it is. But in answer to your question, I was hesitant to encourage the bonding. Human-vampire relationships are the most difficult we see. So many unavoidable obstacles. Lack of children, aging of one partner, different day/night schedules. Not to mention the physical danger.” He hesitated. “In this case, my biggest concern was Lorraine. Too gentle, too fragile for that lifestyle.” He started to shake his head, then shrugged. “They thought differently and seemed to be a devoted pair.”
Ari jotted a few notes. Even though the negatives in the relationship were significant, Lorraine and Jules had gone through the ceremony anyway. Had someone made them pay for that decision? She noticed Shale craning his head to see what she was writing. “Just notes,” she said, moving the pad. “You said Lorraine’s family was opposed. Did she realize that included her mother?”
“Oh, yes. Mrs. West had told her she was throwing her life away. Jules tried to win her over, but it never worked. She didn’t want that life for Lorraine. I assume you know how strongly Eddie felt.”
“I do. But tell me, in your professional opinion, is he capable of murder?”
“Don’t the facts speak for themselves?”
Ari looked up from her notes. “That’s not exactly what I asked you. For the moment, disregard his confession.”
Shale’s face registered annoyance. “Aren’t we all capable of murder? Under the right, or wrong, circumstances?”
Ari closed the notebook. “You sound pessimistic for a shrink. I expected you to see the best in people.”
His squared his shoulders. “Oh, but I do see everyone’s potential for good. At the same time, I try to be realistic. It’s not helpful for our clients to ignore the facts. If they do, well, we have tragedies like Jules and Lorraine.” He waved one hand toward his open doorway and the rooms beyond. “We work hard, provide whatever we can to give these difficult relationships a fair chance. It doesn’t always work, but we keep trying.”
“I’d like to hear more about the services you offer. Clients frequently approach me for references. Perhaps I can add your agency to the list.”
“Excellent. But I have another commitment. Let me find one of my associates to show you around.”
Shale flashed the smile he kept tucked away to be used on demand. It was becoming creepy. She assumed his good humor had returned because he was getting rid of her. He stepped outside his office door and waved to a young woman across the room. Ari watched his associate negotiate a path, skirting through the furniture with a confident, no-nonsense stride. Shale introduced them and explained Ari’s interest.
“It would be a pleasure,” Sarah Young said without hesitation. “We’re proud of our program.” Her hazel eyes radiated confident intelligence. Sarah was friendly but rather quiet at first, until Shale left and she became caught up in talking about the job. Her face lit with excitement, and her chestnut curls bounced with every emphatic nod of her head.
