The relaxants and "don't worry" drugs had worked to get Junior into the mind-set we were looking for. Rusty and I sat down and began to explain what had happened at Mercy, what Dr. Daddy had done to his female patients, how he had twisted the records and used medications to control and punish instead of helping and 'Doing no harm' as he swore with his oath.

The boy fought the idea for hours, until we finally calmed him enough to sleep. We grabbed some short hours, and I woke alone; a quick check of the camera showed me that Rusty was doing as she promised, working on him another way.

I watched, fascinated. Her methods were crude and rough, then smooth and gentle. She had learned much at the hands of the doctor, and from her reading since she got out.

Our plan was working well... and Junior would be ready for the weekend's planned events. I was looking forward to many of them.