"No," Tillman responded, though he knew the question was rhetorical. Five sessions away and then this. He couldn't see the angle, but he knew that there had to be one. It was all a trap and he wasn't going to just walk into it.

He glared at the mirror again, this time making no effort to conceal his raw hatred. Castle was probably laughing, the smug bastard. His attention reverted to Crane when the doctor reached into his suitcase. If it was a weapon, there was little Tillman could do and he knew it.