Chapter 2

           ThefirstinterviewbySouthwestwasscheduledonJanuary31,1978.DorothyTurner,aslight,motherlypsychologistwithashy,almostfrightenedexpression,lookedupwhenSergeantWillisbroughtMilliganintotheinterviewroom.

           Shesawahandsomesix-foot-tallyoungmaninabluejumpsuit.Hehadafullmustacheandlongsideburns,buthiseyesheldachildlikefear.Heseemedsurprisedtoseeher,butbythetimehesatinthechairopposite,hewassmiling,handsfoldedinhislap.

           "Mr.Milligan,"shesaid,"I’mDorothyTurner,fromtheSouthwestCommunityMentalHealthCenter,andI’mheretoaskyousomequestions.Whereareyoucurrentlyliving?"

           Heglancedaround."Here."

           "Whatisyoursocialsecuritynumber?"

           Hefrownedandthoughtaboutitforalongtime,gazingatthefloor,theyellowcinder-blockwalls,thetinbuttcanonthetable.Henibbledonhisfingernailandstudiedthecuticle.

           "Mr.Milligan,"shesaid,"ifI’mtohelpyou,you’llhavetocooperate.YouhavetoanswermyquestionssoI’llbeabletounderstandwhat’sgoingon.Now,whatisyoursocialsecuritynumber?"

           Heshrugged."Idon’tknow."

           Shelookeddownathernotesandreadoffanumber.

           Heshookhishead."That’snotmynumber.ThatmustbeBilly’s."

           Sheglancedupsharply."Well,aren’tyouBilly?"

           "No,’hesaid.