[ WP ] The power of suggestion is deadly . You are a killer who uses psychology to kill your victims . The police are hunting you down .

`` State your full name please.'' 
 
 Samantha Lynn Anderson. 32 years old. Local girl, have n't strayed too far from L.A. since I was born. I already noticed my voice wavering, my eyes darting around a bit too much, my hands gestures faulting and wavering just enough to be picked up on. 
 
 The interrogation is going well so far. What most do n't realize is that the police ask you for basic information to give police a baseline on how you react to questioning; appearing as the slightly-nervous but still keeping it together woman with a husband and kids will help me walk out of this room a free woman. 
 
 `` Mrs. Anderson, what is your relationship with Warren Oswald?'' 
 
 I told the truth. He was a client of mine. Typical severe case of avoidant personality disorder and anxiety; the pathetic sack could n't leave his house without his parents encouragement. Thirty-three years old and he had no ambitions outside of browsing the internet and his welfare check. The fat fucker should have blown his brains years ago to stop his leeching of society's resources. 
 
 `` Did you ever believe Mr. Oswald to be suicidal?'' 
 
 And here's my shield of doctor patient confidentiality. Yes, I would be more than willing to release his patient information to aid your investigation. No, none of my notes ever reflected him being suicidal. No, I'm not stupid enough to log our conversations where I hint at his mother secretly molesting him as a child and the only person he remotely trusted has always been abusive. Yes, I suggested this while wearing a low cut top and leaning towards him to further open him up to suggestion. 
 
 `` Interesting, according to...'' 
 
 I do n't know what she said but her eyes told me she knew. Not suspected, she knew. Those beautiful blue hawk eyes were narrowing as she grew frustrated, her tone of voice faltering as I evaded all responsibility of my actions. Somehow, she's caught me, but ca n't reap the rewards of her hunt. 
 
 ``... knew nothing, did you? Nothing whatsoever of his infatuation? And your office has a history of suicidal patients.'' 
 
 She had nothing to pin me and she knew it. I kept it simple, stating that it's merely an unfortunate side effect of the work we both know. I almost felt like gloating but I knew that's how people like me get caught. They get cocky. Arrogant. They beg to be punished for their sins. And that is a mistake I will never make. After all, I've got three kids to feed. 
 
 I've been here way too long. I ask if there are any further questions. 
 
 She sighs, defeated. 
 
 `` Thank you for your time, Mrs. Anderson. Sorry about keeping you from your boys so long.'' 
 
 She despises me, yet i sympathize with her. It's frustrating, not being able to land a kill, to return from a hunt empty handed. Especially for someone as formidable as her. 
 
 I enjoyed my cat and mouse games, but I had to get back home. Keep up appearances with my husband and all that. My husband kisses me on the cheek as I walk in, yet i'm still pissed at him for what he did with that cunt Jessica down the street. 
 
 Some days I just feel like killing him.
