I was bound by the state laws on physician–patient
privilege, and thus couldn’t go to the police with my suspicions. I mean, my
patient kept telling me of his blackouts, about how he’d have dinner with his
wife, and then pass out, and wake up in random locations with no memory of how
he got there. And those locations kept matching perfectly with the scenes of
the Unforgiving Murderer’s crimes?
Eventually, with my guidance, he accepted his crimes and
gave himself up. Case closed, thankfully.
Until his wife killed me for taking away her alibi before
she was finished…
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