“Yeah…okay.” He gave me a quizzical look. “So what you mean is you consult on crazy fucks.”

“It gets a little more complicated than that.”

“It always does… Well, all I can say is considering the strings that got pulled around here the circumstances must be pretty damn special.”

I sighed then muttered as much to myself as to him, “You have no idea.”

“I probably don’t want to,” Baker replied, then without any further questions he returned to an explanation of procedures. “Okay. So with her history and restrictions, this should actually be a non-contact visit, which means you’re supposed to be talking to her through a pane of reinforced glass.”

“I know. But for reasons I really can’t get into, I need to be physically in the room with her.”

“That’s some of the other red tape I was talking about,” he said with a quick nod. “Now, under these circumstances we’d normally bring her in first and secure her before letting you into the room, but again, we have a change in procedure. On high said to do it the other way around. Is that your understanding?”

“Yeah, that’s the plan.”

“Mind if I ask why?”

“Psychological advantage.”

“And if she goes monkey-shit before she’s locked down?”

“I’m pretty sure they had me sign something to cover that possibility.”

“Yeah, well like I said, it’d still end up being my ass in a sling, so let’s hope you’re right about this whole advantage thing.” He shook his head then turned and unlocked a heavy door. After swinging it outward on its hinges, he pointed through the opening and offered a new set of instructions. “Have a seat on this side of the table. I’ll let them know to bring her in.”