"She's out of life-threatening danger for now, but she's severely traumatized. Even her own father can't get close to her. If we want to ask her anything, I'm afraid it'll be a while," Ivy Holden said, resigned.
Bobby Yates nodded and asked, "What did the psychologist say?"
Ivy Holden smiled wryly. "What else could they say? It's a slow process of counseling. It'll take half a year at the very least."
"Has that painting been examined?" Jensen Morrison asked.
"It's been sent to the forensics center, but the results aren't back yet."
Ivy Holden lowered her voice. "He has accomplices. I heard him say that a 'delicious treat' shouldn't be enjoyed alone. It might be that painter, and another one who's good at disguise, called Mask or something. Have you found anything?"
