Part Thirty Two – A Dangerous Choice
As Heller turned to leave, he paused. His old instincts warred with his loyalty, but the words came nonetheless. "Master Jonathan," he said gently, "perhaps… you should see a doctor. For your memory, it should help the general public relax a bit more."
Jonathan's head lifted, sharp, almost startled. He understood instantly.
A doctor meant more than treatment. It meant Cooperation. The police would seize on it, They might even believe he was ready to help uncover what had happened to his mother and brother.
His lips curved faintly, a smile not of humor but of acknowledgment. "Yes," he said after a moment, voice calm, rehearsed. "A doctor. Perhaps you are right."
It was a game of appearances now.
Heller's weathered face softened, the faintest smile tugging at his mouth. He inclined his head. "Good. It eases my heart to hear it."