Blinded

Blinded

by Stephen White

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Overview

Blinded by Stephen White

In his latest masterwork of psychological suspense, the New York Times bestselling author of The Program, Warning Signs, and The Best Revenge peers into a troubled marriage to craft a shattering tale of secrecy, eroticism, betrayal, and murder.

Psychologist Alan Gregory is juggling his responsibilities as a father, a husband, and doctor when a beautiful woman walks into his office with an astounding admission. Gibbs Storey believes that her husband may have murdered a woman. Then, Gibbs stuns Alan again with another revelation: She thinks there are other victims…and her husband is not finished killing yet.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780440237433
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 03/01/2005
Series: Alan Gregory Series , #12
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 512
Sales rank: 348,961
Product dimensions: 4.20(w) x 6.80(h) x 1.00(d)

About the Author

Stephen White is a clinical psychologist and New York Times bestselling author of Cold Case, Manner of Death, Critical Conditions, Remote Control, Harm's Way, Higher Authority, Private Practices, and Privileged Information. He lives in Denver, Colorado, with his wife and son.

Hometown:

Colorado

Date of Birth:

August 20, 1951

Place of Birth:

Long Island, New York

Education:

B.A., UC Berkeley, 1972; M.A., University of Colorado, Boulder, 1975; Ph.D., 1979

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Chapter One

Alan



Nine-fifteen on Monday morning. My second patient of the day.

Gibbs Storey hadn’t changed much in the ten years since I’d last seen her. If anything, she appeared to be even more of a model of physical perfection than she’d been in the mid-nineties. I guessed yoga, maybe Pilates. Her impeccable complexion hadn’t suddenly become pocked with acne or ravaged by psoriasis, nor had her high cheekbones dropped to mortal levels. Her blond hair was shorter but no less radiant, and her eyes were the same sky blue I remembered. The absence of any wrinkles radiating around them caused me to wonder about a recent Botox poke, but I quickly surmised that Gibbs’s fair skin would probably never be susceptible to the tracks of age. She’d be in possession of some magic gene, and she’d be immune.

She’d always had beauty karma. Along with popularity karma. And the ever-elusive charm karma.

She didn’t have marriage karma, though.

I’d first met Gibbs and her husband, Sterling, when they came to see my clinical psychology partner, Diane Estevez, and me for therapy for their troubled relationship. Diane and I saw them conjointly—a quaint, almost anachronistic therapeutic modality that involved pairing a couple of patients with a couple of therapists in the same room at the same time—for only three sessions. Ironically, with therapy fees being what they are and managed care being what it is, Diane and I hadn’t done a conjoint case together since that final session with Gibbs and Sterling Storey.

After they’d abruptly canceled their fourth session and departed Boulder—“Dr. Gregory, Sterling got that job he wanted in L.A.! Isn’t that wonderful!” Gibbs informed me breathlessly in the voicemail she’d left along with her profound thanks for how helpful we’d been—neither Diane nor I had heard a word from either of them. That was true, at least, until Gibbs called, said she was back in town, and asked me for an individual appointment.

Gibbs’s call requesting the individual appointment had come ten days before, on a Friday. My few free slots the following week didn’t meet any of her needs, so we’d settled on the Monday morning time. At the time she had accepted the week-and-a-half delay graciously.

In the interim between her call and her first appointment, I’d pulled her thin file from a box in the storage area that was stuffed with the records of old, inactive cases and examined my sparse notes. The few lines of intake and progress reports that I’d scrawled after the conjoint sessions told me less than did my memory, but I didn’t need copious notes to remind me that Diane and I hadn’t been all that helpful to Gibbs and Sterling.

Couples therapy is not individual therapy with two people. It is a whole different animal, more closely akin to group therapy with a radioactive dyad. Issues within couples aren’t subjected to the simple arithmetic of doubling; problems seem to be susceptible to the more severe forces of logarithmic multiplication. Therapeutic resistance in couples work, especially conjoint couples work, isn’t just the familiar dance between therapist and patient. Instead, a well-choreographed rou- tine between husband and wife takes place alongside every interaction between either client and either therapist. Each marital partner knows his or her steps like an experienced member of a ballroom dancing pair. She retreats as he aggresses. He surely demurs as she swoons.

A couples therapist needs to learn everyone’s moves before he or she can be maximally effective.

My memory of the Storeys’ conjoint treatment was that Diane and I had only just begun to recognize their peculiar tango when they terminated the therapy and moved to California.

The first conjoint session had been a typical “what brings you in for help” introductory. “Communication” was the buzzword of the day in the care and feeding of relationships, and that’s the culprit the Storeys identified as the reason they had entered into our care. Each maintained that they desired assistance “communicating” more effectively with the other. He was, perhaps, a little less certain than she of his motivation.

Neither Diane nor I had believed either of them. No, we didn’t entertain the possibility that they were out-and-out lying to us—at least I didn’t; I could never be a hundred percent certain about Diane—but rather we were waiting for them to approach the revelation that they might be lying to themselves, or to each other, about their reason for being in our offices. “Communication problems” was a socially acceptable entree to treatment—an acceptable thing to tell their friends.

But Diane and I weren’t at all convinced at the time that it was the reason we were seeing the Storeys.

“Hi, Dr. Gregory,” Gibbs said as she settled on the chair in my office for her first individual appointment. Her greeting wasn’t coy exactly, but it wasn’t not-coy exactly either. “Long time,” she added.

Her fine hair was pulled back into a petite ponytail. She smiled in a way that almost dared me not to notice how together she looked.

I nodded noncommittally. My practiced chin dip could have been measured in millimeters.

“I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m here,” she said.

Another microscopic nod on my part. Most days while doing my work as a psychologist, if I were paid by the word I’d go home a pauper. But Gibbs was right, I was wondering why she’d come back to see me after so many years. I had a guess—I was wagering that she’d divorced Sterling and had moved back to Boulder to start a new life. It was a scary journey for most people. Me? I was going to be the tour guide.

That was my guess.

“You remember Sterling? My husband?”

Husband? Okay, I was wrong. The Storeys were separated then, not divorced.

I spoke, but since it was Monday morning I failed to assemble a complete sentence. “Yes, of course” was all I said.

Gibbs raised her fingertips to her lips and leaned forward as though she were whispering a profanity and was afraid her grandmother would overhear. She said, “I think he murdered a friend of ours in Laguna Beach.”

Okay, I was wrong twice.

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Guest More than 1 year ago
When Gibbs Storey confides to her former psychologist that she believes her husband is a serial killer, Dr. Alan Gregory is faced with the quandary of confidentiality as well as an impulse to get involved. His friend Sam, a police detective, becomes enmeshed as well. It doesn't hurt that Gibbs is an exceptionally beautiful woman. I also found her one of the most annoying characters in recent fiction, but never mind that - the two men, who already have family crises of their own, are drawn into a net of subterfuge and lies. Alan finds his office bugged, and clients' secrets being leaked to the public. Sam ends up on a cross-country odyssey in search of the killer. In the midst of all this, Gibbs' cooperation seems to waver. The book is fast-paced, with some unexpected hilarious one-liners. It's a refreshing change from Jonathan Kellerman's Dr. Delaware novels, which have a similar psychologist/detective pairing, but which have become increasingly dreary lately. A warning to those like me who read lots of thrillers - I must read too many of them, since I begin looking for the 'twist' at the start of the book - you may figure out the ending early on. I certainly guessed it, within the first couple of chapters! Nevertheless, the book is so well-written and readable, with such excellent characterization, that I highly recommend it.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is author Stephen White's newest version of the Alan Gregory Series, and one of his better offerings. Dr Gregory is once again faced with a psychotherpy patient involved in murder and deceit. With the help of his 'Cop' buddy Sam Purdy, he gets in over his head with a deceptive client that uses him to hide behind (via doctor/patient confidentiality). Although White uses the standard (core) characters with the same formula of Robert Parker and Jonathan Kellerman, He does an excellent job of keeping the reader engaged and interested.
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Just started im only on chapter 5 it looks promising as i like short books get to the point andmoove on regina beasley montclair n j
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I really enjoyed this book. The first book I read by this author I thought was all right, The Best Revenge, but this one was excellent though I did figure out the end.