«Wait!» Katherine said. «Please tell me what’s wrong with Peter!»

Dr. Abaddon exhaled, sounding displeased with his mistake. «Ms. Solomon, I can hear you’re upset, and I don’t blame you. I’m sure your brother is fine. He was in my office just yesterday.»

«Yesterday? And he’s scheduled again today? This sounds urgent.»

The man heaved a sigh. «I suggest we give him a little more time before we — »

«I’m coming by your office right now,» Katherine said, heading for the door. «Where are you located?»

Silence.

«Dr. Christopher Abaddon?» Katherine said. «I can look up your address myself, or you can simply give it to me. Either way, I’m coming over.»

The doctor paused. «If I meet with you, Ms. Solomon, would you please do me the courtesy of saying nothing to your brother until I’ve had a chance to explain my misstep?»

«That’s fine.»

«Thank you. My office is in Kalorama Heights.» He gave her an address.

Twenty minutes later, Katherine Solomon was navigating the stately streets of Kalorama Heights. She had phoned all of her brother’s numbers with no reply. She did not feel overly concerned about her brother’s whereabouts, and yet, the news that he was secretly seeing a doctor. . was troubling.

When Katherine finally located the address, she stared up at the building in confusion. This is a doctor’s office?

The opulent mansion before her had a wrought-iron security fence, electronic cameras, and lush grounds. as she slowed to double-check the address, one of the security cameras rotated toward her, and the gate swung open. tentatively, katherine drove up the driveway and parked next to a six-car garage and a stretch limo.

What kind of doctor is this guy?

As she got out of her car, the front door of the mansion opened, and an elegant figure drifted out onto the landing. He was handsome, exceptionally tall, and younger than she had imagined. Even so, he projected the sophistication and polish of an older man. He was impeccably dressed in a dark suit and tie, and his thick blond hair was immaculately coiffed.

«Ms. Solomon, I’m Dr. Christopher Abaddon,» he said, his voice a breathy whisper. When they shook hands, his skin felt smooth and well tended.

«Katherine Solomon,» she said, trying not to stare at his skin, which was unusually smooth and bronzed. Is he wearing makeup?

Katherine felt a growing disquiet as she stepped into the home’s beautifully appointed foyer. Classical music played softly in the background, and it smelled as if someone had burned incense. «This is lovely,» she said, «although I expected more of. . an office.»

«I’m fortunate to work out of my home.» The man led her into a living room, where there was a crackling fire. «Please make yourself comfortable. I’m just steeping some tea. I’ll bring it out, and we can talk.» He strode toward the kitchen and disappeared.

Katherine Solomon did not sit. Female intuition was a potent instinct that she had learned to trust, and something about this place was making her skin crawl. She saw nothing that looked anything like any doctor’s office she had ever seen. The walls of this antique-adorned living room were covered with classical art, primarily paintings with strange mythical themes. She paused before a large canvas depicting the Three Graces, whose nude bodies were spectacularly rendered in vivid colors.

«That’s the original Michael Parkes oil.» Dr. Abaddon appeared without warning beside her, holding a tray of steaming tea. «I thought we’d sit by the fire?» He led her over to the living room and offered her a seat. «There’s no reason to be nervous.»

«I’m not nervous,» Katherine said entirely too quickly.

He gave her a reassuring smile. «Actually, it is my business to know when people are nervous.»

«I beg your pardon?»

«I’m a practicing psychiatrist, Ms. Solomon. That is my profession. I’ve been seeing your brother for almost a year now. I’m his therapist.» katherine could only stare. My brother is in therapy?

«Patients often choose to keep their therapy to themselves,» the man said. «I made a mistake by calling you, although in my defense, your brother did mislead me.»

«I. . I had no idea.»

«I apologize if I made you nervous,» he said, sounding embarrassed. «I noticed you studying my face when we met, and yes, I do wear makeup.» He touched his own cheek, looking self-conscious. «I have a dermatological condition, which I prefer to hide. My wife usually puts the makeup on for me, but when she’s not here, I have to rely on my own heavy touch.»

Katherine nodded, too embarrassed to speak.

«And this lovely hair. .» He touched his lush blond mane. «A wig. My skin condition affected my scalp follicles as well, and all my hair jumped ship.» He shrugged. «I’m afraid my one sin is vanity.»

«Apparently mine is rudeness,» Katherine said.

«Not at all.» Dr. Abaddon’s smile was disarming. «Shall we start over? Perhaps with some tea?»

They sat in front of the fire and Abaddon poured tea. «Your brother got me in the habit of serving tea during our sessions. He said the Solomons are tea drinkers.»

«Family tradition,» Katherine said. «Black, please.»

They sipped their tea and made small talk for a few minutes, but Katherine was eager for information about her brother. «Why was my brother coming to you?» she asked. And why didn’t he tell me? Admittedly, Peter had endured more than his fair share of tragedy in his life — losing his father at a young age, and then, within a span of five years, burying his only son and then his mother. Even so, Peter had always found a way to cope.

Dr. Abaddon took a sip of tea. «Your brother came to me because he trusts me. We have a bond beyond that of normal patient and doctor.» He motioned to a framed document near the fireplace. It looked like a diploma, until Katherine spied the double-headed phoenix.

«You’re a Mason?» The highest degree, no less.

«Peter and I are brothers of sorts.»

«You must have done something important to be invited into the thirty-third degree.»

«Not really,» he said. «I have family money, and I give a lot of money to Masonic charities.»

Katherine now realized why her brother trusted this young doctor. A Mason with family money, interested in philanthropy and ancient mythology? dr. abaddon had more in common with her brother than she had initially imagined.

«When I asked why my brother came to you,» she said, «I didn’t mean why did he choose you. I meant, why is he seeking the services of a psychiatrist?»

Dr. Abaddon smiled. «Yes, I know. I was trying to sidestep the question politely. It’s really not something I should be discussing.» He paused. «Although I must say I’m puzzled that your brother would keep our discussions from you, considering that they relate so directly to your research.»

«My research?» Katherine said, taken totally off guard. My brother talks about my research?

«Recently, your brother came to me looking for a professional opinion about the psychological impact of the breakthroughs you are making in your lab.»

Katherine almost choked on the tea. «Really? I’m. . surprised,» she managed. What is Peter thinking? He told his shrink about my work?! Their security protocol involved not discussing with anyone what Katherine was working on. Moreover, the confidentiality had been her brother’s idea.

«Certainly you are aware, Ms. Solomon, that your brother is deeply concerned about what will happen when your research goes public. He sees the potential for a significant philosophical shift in the world. . and he came here to discuss the possible ramifications. . from a psychological perspective.»

«I see,» Katherine said, her teacup now shaking slightly.

«The questions we discuss are challenging ones: What happens to the human condition if the great mysteries of life are finally revealed? What happens when those beliefs that we accept on faith. . are suddenly categorically proven as fact? Or disproved as myth? One could argue that there exist certain questions that are best left unanswered.»