Chapter 11

Ridge was kneeling next to the body, looked at his partner, and saw that something wasn’t right with Damian. He turned his full attention to his lover and asked, “What’s going on, Damian? Is it Andrew again?”

Damian nodded. “He’s at every crime scene. He always shows me his forearms. He tells me the same things.”

“We’ll make an appointment with Dr. Chen when we get back to the city. He can see you and maybe recommend a new drug.”

“Chen isn’t going to help this.”

Ridge stood from the dead body and said, “He will, but only if you want to help yourself. The man is a top psychiatrist in the tri-state area. He’s one of the best. Half of psychology is self-guidance, Damian, you know that.”

Fuck the shrink, Damian thought, since he’d be living with the ghost of his demised brother for the last eight years. “Chen makes a shitload of money for doing nothing and you know it. He can’t help me.”