"The first thing I remember is finding myself sitting in a car next to the body of a young woman who had recently been disemboweled."
Dr. Cogan looked up from the manila folder. The prisoner was waiting for her next question with an eager grin, his gold-flecked eyes shining, looking for all the world like a man enjoying a terrific first date. Momentarily jarred out of her professional detachment, the psychiatrist switched onto automatic pilot, lobbing one of the interviewee's last words back at him in lieu of a real question.
"Recently? How recently?"
The prisoner shrugged easily--or as easily as the fetters would allow. "I dunno, thirty, forty seconds. She was still sitting up."