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Oxford University psychologist who specialized in the psychology of religion. With her years of experience she could definitely justify her presence as a consultant. The door buzzed, clicked open and Dinah stood framed in the metal doorway. She beckoned Morgan through and enfolded her friend in a warm embrace.  
    “I’ve missed you. It’s been too long.” Dinah’s strong arms crushed Morgan’s slender figure to her own abundant curves.  
    “You too, Di.”  
    For a moment, they just stood there, hugging. There was so much history between them and Morgan felt like she’d come home to a beloved sister. Dinah broke away and poked at Morgan’s waist.  
    “You’re too skinny. What have you been doing with yourself?”
    Morgan laughed.  
    “Feed me later. Let’s see this cell.”
    “Always the workaholic.” Dinah looked serious. “But we need to be careful. Some of the people here know more than they’re letting on. The razor blade Abraham used has disappeared and no one seems keen to investigate how he got hold of it in the maximum security wing. It’s as if there is an active cover-up going on and I’m worried, Morgan. But come, I’ll show you Abraham’s room.”
    They walked through the scrubbed halls of the Institute, past the wards of beds and interview rooms.  
    “It seems like you have more funding than when I was last here. What’s changed?” Morgan asked.  
    “The Israeli government withdrew all funding a few years ago,” Dinah said. “We had some money from religious groups, but they had a restrictive agenda. Now we get the bulk of our money from Zoebios.”  
    Morgan raised an eyebrow.  
    “Do you know of them?” Dinah asked.  
    “I’m just beginning to hear about their work,” Morgan replied. “What do they provide here?”  
    She noted the well stocked cupboards along the corridor and how clean the place looked. The last time she’d been there, the corridors were dark and run down.  
    “They provide bulk funding for the doctors and even pay my salary, as well as sending medication. ”
    “And what do they want in return?” Morgan asked.  
    “Data. They use the information from Ezra in their global studies on health and well-being. We’ve been part of their neuroscience trials focused on anxiety.”
    “It sounds like you’ve drunk the Kool-Aid on this one.”  
    “Still the cynic, Morgan?” replied Dinah. “But perhaps I have. I’ve gotten so tired struggling for funding all the time and it’s good to know we have long term support in Zoebios. They’ve funded several of my projects and they also offer sabbaticals at their other global sites. I’m considering taking a post at a clinic in South Africa, just for a change. Not so many Isaiahs and John the Baptists down there.”  
    Dinah laughed, but her smile faltered as they arrived at the secure wing.  
    “This is … was … Abraham’s room.”  
    Morgan looked through the square glass window.  
    “He was a special patient of mine,” Dinah continued. “I’d done a lot of individual work with him. I thought he was getting better, but then this. Something tipped him over the edge, and at the same time, Daniel threw himself from the Western Wall. Two suicides in one day. It’s unbelievable.” Dinah shook her head.  
    “Can we go in?” Morgan pushed at the door.  
    Dinah glanced down the hall where an orderly was wheeling a patient. Morgan could sense her friend was wary, afraid of what might be overheard, but she had come all this way to help. Dinah unlocked the door and they entered the room, now spotlessly clean and smelling of bleach and disinfectant. Dinah pointed at the wall above the metal bed.  
    “You can still see the faint lines of the image. We can’t get it all off and we need to paint over it. Abraham drew it in his own blood, Morgan.” Dinah’s voice was bereft. “I can still see his face when he said that God told him to kill himself. I feel like I’ve failed him, and I’m