Felix woke up feeling like her ass had been used as a dartboard, and she reapplied the ointment Carlos had given her. Pulling on her jeans was a little problematic, but she managed it, and she stood in front of her bedroom window, gazing across the harbor at the Toronto skyline, lit up with the bright yellow sunrise.

"The sun is nearly up and I'm still in one piece," she said, hoping Ryan had been following her hints and was on his way. "I haven't heard any activity outside my door yet, so I figure everyone is still asleep. I'm in the last room on the second floor, and my window faces the back of the house, which is painted white with black trim. The house to the left is blue with white trim. There's a speedboat parked on Donovan's private dock. I'll try to get an address when..."

A knock startled her, and she quickly stepped away from the window. "Who is it?"

"Dr. Florence. May I come in?"

The sterile tone of Dr. Florence's voice evoked a shiver. Why had he been called to join their little party on the island? She had grown to hate his visits, mostly because she didn't know what the hell he was doing to her brain after he put her under hypnosis. If it hadn't become a requirement of her commitment to 'the cause', she would have put a stop to it months ago. At least he wasn't messing with her long term memories. She still knew her parent's phone number by heart.

"Good morning, Dr. Florence. You're up early." She smiled weakly as she opened the door. He looked like anyone's kindly uncle who you would trust not to give you rotten candy. But today she wanted to punch him for letting the assholes bull whip her.

"I was hoping we could chat before you went downstairs for breakfast." He walked into the room and arranged two chairs so they faced opposite each other. "Have a seat, Felix, and let's take a look at that beautiful mind of yours."

Felix hated when he referred to her mind like it was the only part of her worth a crap. "I don't think I need a hypnotherapy session today, Dr. Florence. In fact, I'd prefer to stop these sessions altogether. My mind and I have come to an understanding that we're fine just the way we are."

His mustache twitched as he studied her, pulling out his pad and pen to write notes about her mental status. "We'll see. From what I understand, you have been under a lot of stress lately, and Donovan thought it would be a good idea to help ease your mind with a little mental therapy. What have you been up to over the past four days?"

Felix would have preferred to coax a snake out of its hole with her bare hands than talk to Dr. Florence, but as usual, she had no choice, and she dragged her chair closer to him so the feds could listen in. "I've been riding my Harley around the countryside, trying to clear my head."

He scribbled. "And have you experienced any disturbing dreams during this time? Night terrors?"

"No." Felix met his gaze when he looked up from his notepad. She was a decent bullshitter when she put her mind to it.

"That's good. Any suicidal ideation?"

"No. My preference is to stay alive." Felix added the last part in hopes it would help her case. She had no doubt Dr. Florence shared his confidential notes with Donovan.

Dr. Florence bent over the bag he had carried into the room, the same bag she recognized from his previous visits to her now-devastated house in the suburbs. He pulled out a syringe and a vial of clear liquid. Damn. Not another injection.

"What's in the vial?" she asked, remembering to keep her invisible audience in the loop.

"Something to relax you, Felix. We've been through this. Of course, you won't remember after we're done here."

"I don't want you injecting anything into my arm. I have never used a drug in my life."

"It's not that kind of drug."

"Well, I don't need anything to relax me, so you can put that syringe back in your bag, if you don't mind." Felix felt her muscles flex as she watched Dr. Florence deliberate on whether he should press the issue. No way in hell was she going to submit to being drugged. They'd have to tie her down to do it.

"Fine," he said as he dropped the syringe and vial into the bag. "I believe you and Donovan will be chatting over breakfast, and you will want to be in full possession of your faculties for that. A brief session of hypnosis should suffice. You know the routine."

Yes. She knew the routine. Allow herself to be put under hypnosis then pray the good doctor wasn't fucking with her memories or extracting information she would rather keep private. Would he ask what she had really been up to the past four days? She damn sure didn't want him to know that. Could she fight the trance and stay in touch with reality long enough to lie? Was he smart enough to recognize whether or not she was under? She had attempted do this a number of times, but she couldn't remember how it turned out.

"Okay, Felix. I want you to focus on the wall above my head. Pick a spot and stare at it. I want you to keep your eyes trained on that spot until you feel your eyelids getting heavy."

As Dr. Florence went through his routine, Felix stared at the wall over his head. It was blank, so there was nothing to distract her, which was bad. She needed a distraction or she would easily fall into his control. She decided to empty her mind of everything that had happened over the past four days and replace it with images of riding her Harley around Lapham Peak. It was her favorite area to drive, so it wasn't difficult to visualize.

While the doctor's voice droned in her head, she pretended to stop for a coffee at Starbucks and fix it the way she liked it, with two creams and two sugars. She wasn't into the fancy shit. She imagined herself sitting at a table outside the coffee shop, people watching. She heard Dr. Florence tell her to let her eyelids droop until they were too heavy to hold up, and she closed her eyes as she felt herself relax. Felix liked the way her body felt under hypnosis, all weightless and sedate, like sleeping only not, and she let her cares take flight out the window.

"Perfect. Why don't you recount the events that led up to you leaving your home with Andy? What event took place that made you upset enough to run away?"

"I caught Andy with a woman in our bed."

"What happened after that?"

"I...I took a walk through the neighborhood."

"What happened when you returned home?"

"I saw Andy and Shane carrying the woman's body to Shane's truck. She was dead."

"Are you sure she was dead? Did you confirm this yourself?"

"I...no. I didn't confirm it, but I know she was dead. They took her to Huntridge to dump her body."

"So, you did not witness the death of this woman?"

"I see hands...wrapped around her neck... I don't know whose hands they are, but..."

"But, what, Felix? Go on."

"But they look like mine. I see tattoos. A tiny heart for each of my family members."

"They are not your hands, Felix. You would never murder anyone. You are a good person with a brilliant mind. I want you to hide those hands in your box, the one you keep all the disturbing thoughts in. Will you do that now, for me?"

"Yes."

"Have you hidden the hands?"

"Yes."

"Will you tell me where you went after this disturbing event that happened in your home? Where did you ride your motorbike?"

"Precious and I went to...I took her to...Lapham Peak."

"And where did you go after Lapham Peak?"

"To Starbucks."

"And after Starbucks, where did you go?"

"...riding around."

"Where did you ride, Felix? Do you remember exactly where you spent the last four days?"

"I...looked up an old friend."

"You spent time with an old friend? Where does this old friend live?"

"Chicago."

"Where in Chicago?"

"We had pie. I had cherry, he had key lime."

"He? What is this friend's name?"

"His name...his name is...Clark."

"What did you and Clark do during your visit?"

"We talked."

"What did you talk about?"

"Old times."

"Did you tell him about the incident that caused you to run away from home?"

"We played Halo. Killed aliens. He made me an omelet. Italian sausage. Dan Marino."

"Okay, Felix. I think it's time you woke up. I'm going to count backwards from five to one. Each time you hear a number, you will become gradually more aware of your surroundings. You will feel rejuvenated, and you will not recall anything about our conversation. Five... four... three... two... one."

Felix blinked open her eyes and glanced around the room. It was unfamiliar but she knew where she was, trapped in Donovan's lair. Dr. Florence sat across from her, scribbling in his notebook. He lifted his eyes long enough to make sure she was coherent. She always felt good after her hypnotherapy sessions, like a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Someone knocked on the door, followed by a voice that killed her post therapy vibe.

"Hey, chica. It's time for breakfast."

Too bad Dr. Florence hadn't erased Carlos from her memory.