Tell Me Your Dreams (10 page)

The hypnotherapy session was to take place in the Santa Clara County Jail, in an interrogation room. The furniture in the room consisted of a rectangular wooden table and four wooden chairs.

Ashley, looking pale and drawn, was led into the room by a matron.

“I’ll wait outside,” the matron said, and withdrew.

David said, “Ashley, this is Dr. Salem. Ashley Patterson.”

Dr. Salem said, “Hello, Ashley.”

She stood there, nervously looking from one to the other, without speaking. David had the feeling that she was ready to flee the room.

“Mr. Singer tells me that you have no objection to being hypnotized.”

Silence.

Dr. Salem went on. “Would you let me hypnotize you, Ashley?”

Ashley closed her eyes for a second and nodded. “Yes.”

“Why don’t we get started?”

“Well, I’ll be running along,” David said. “If—”

“Just a moment.” Dr. Salem walked over to David. “I want you to stay.”

David stood there, frustrated. He regretted now that he had gone this far.
I’m not going to get in any deeper,
David resolved.
This will be the end of it.

“All right,” David said reluctantly. He was eager to have it over with so he could get back to the office. The coming meeting with Kincaid loomed large in his mind.

Dr. Salem said to Ashley, “Why don’t you sit in this chair?”

Ashley sat down.

“Have you ever been hypnotized before, Ashley?”

She hesitated an instant, then shook her head. “No.”

“There’s nothing to it. All you have to do is relax and listen to the sound of my voice. You have nothing to worry about. No one’s going to hurt you. Feel your muscles relax. That’s it. Just relax and feel your eyes getting heavy. You’ve been through a lot. Your body is tired, very tired. All you want to do is to go to sleep. Just close your eyes and relax. You’re getting very sleepy…very sleepy.…”

It took ten minutes to put her under. Dr. Salem walked over to Ashley. “Ashley, do you know where you are?”

“Yes. I’m in jail.” Her voice sounded hollow, as though coming from a distance.

“Do you know why you’re in jail?”

“People think I did something bad.”

“And is it true? Did you do something bad?”

“No.”

“Ashley, did you ever kill anyone?”

“No.”

David looked at Dr. Salem in surprise.
Weren’t people supposed to tell the truth under hypnosis?

“Do you have any idea who could have committed those murders?”

Suddenly, Ashley’s face contorted and she began breathing hard, in short, raspy breaths. The two men watched in astonishment
as her persona started changing. Her lips tightened and her features seemed to shift. She sat up straight, and there was a sudden liveliness in her face. She opened her eyes, and they were sparkling. It was an amazing transformation. Unexpectedly, she began to sing, in a sultry voice with an English accent:

“Half a pound of tupenny rice,

Half a pound of treacle,

Mix it up and make it nice,

Pop! goes the weasel.”

David listened in astonishment.
Who does she think she’s fooling? She’s pretending to be someone else.

“I want to ask you some more questions, Ashley.”

She tossed her head and said in an English accent, “I’m not Ashley.”

Dr. Salem exchanged a look with David, then turned back to Ashley. “If you’re not Ashley, who are you?”

“Toni. Toni Prescott.”

And Ashley is doing this with a straight face,
David thought.
How long is she going to go on with this stupid charade?
She was wasting their time.

“Ashley,” said Dr. Salem.

“Toni.”

She’s determined to keep it up,
David thought.

“All right, Toni. What I’d like is—”

“Let me tell you what
I’d
like. I’d like to get out of this bloody place. Can you get us out of here?”

“That depends,” Dr. Salem said. “What do you know about—?”

“—those murders that little Goody Two-shoes is in here for? I can tell you things that—”

Ashley’s expression suddenly started to change again. As David and Dr. Salem watched, Ashley seemed to shrink in her chair, and her face began to soften and go through an incredible metamorphosis until she seemed to become another distinct personality.

She said in a soft voice with an Italian accent, “Toni…don’t say any more,
per piacere.”

David was watching in bewilderment.

“Toni?” Dr. Salem edged closer.

The soft voice said, “I apologize for the interruption, Dr. Salem.”

Dr. Salem asked, “Who are you?”

“I am Alette. Alette Peters.”

My God, it’s not an act,
David thought.
It’s real.
He turned to Dr. Salem.

Dr. Salem said quietly, “They’re alters.”

David stared at him, totally confused. “They’re what?”

“I’ll explain later.”

Dr. Salem turned back to Ashley. “Ashley…I mean Alette…How—how many of you are in there?”

“Beside Ashley, only Toni and me,” Alette answered.

“You have an Italian accent.”

“Yes. I was born in Rome. Have you ever been to Rome?”

“No, I’ve never been to Rome.”

I can’t believe I’m hearing this conversation,
David thought.

“È molto bello.”

“I’m sure. Do you know Toni?”

“Sì, naturalmente.”

“She has an
English
accent.”

“Toni was born in London.”

“Right. Alette, I want to ask you about these murders. Do you have any idea who—?”

And David and Dr. Salem watched as Ashley’s face and personality changed again before their eyes. Without her saying a word, they knew that she had become Toni.

“You’re wasting your time with her, luv.”

There was that English accent.

“Alette doesn’t know anything. I’m the one you’re going to have to talk to.”

“All right, Toni. I’ll talk to you. I have some questions for you.”

“I’m sure you do, but I’m tired.” She yawned. “Miss Tight Ass has kept us up all night. I’ve got to get some sleep.”

“Not now, Toni. Listen to me. You have to help us to—”

Her face hardened. “Why should I help you? What has Miss Goody Two-shoes done for Alette or me? All she ever does is keep us from having fun. Well, I’m sick of it, and I’m sick of her. Do you hear me?” She was screaming, her face contorted.

Dr. Salem said, “I’m going to bring her out of it.”

David was perspiring. “Yes.”

Dr. Salem leaned close to Ashley. “Ashley…Ashley . .. Everything is fine. Close your eyes now. They’re very heavy, very heavy. You’re completely relaxed. Ashley, your mind is at peace. Your body is relaxed. You’re going to wake up at the count of five, completely relaxed. One…” He looked over at David and then back at Ashley. “Two…”

Ashley began to stir. They watched her expression start to change.

“Three…”

Her face softened.

“Four…”

They could sense her returning, and it was an eerie feeling.

“Five.”

Ashley opened her eyes. She looked around the room. “I feel—Was I asleep?”

David stood there, staring at her, stunned.

“Yes,” Dr. Salem said.

Ashley turned to David. “Did I say anything? I mean…was I helpful?”

My God,
David thought.
She doesn’t know! She really doesn’t know!
David said, “You did fine, Ashley. I’d like to talk to Dr. Salem alone.”

“All right.”

“I’ll see you later.”

The men stood there, watching the matron lead Ashley away.

David sank into a chair. “What—what the hell was that all about?”

Dr. Salem took a deep breath. “In all the years that I’ve been practicing, I’ve never seen a more clear-cut case.”

“A case
of what?”

“Have you ever heard of multiple personality disorder?”

“What is it?”

“It’s a condition where there are several completely different personalities in one body. It’s also known as dissociative identity disorder. It’s been in the psychiatric literature for more than two hundred years. It usually starts because of a childhood trauma. The victim shuts out the trauma by creating another identity. Sometimes a person will have dozens of different personalities or alters.”

“And they know about each other?”

“Sometimes, yes. Sometimes, no. Toni and Alette know each other. Ashley is obviously not aware of either of them. Alters are created because the host can’t stand the pain of the trauma. It’s a way of escape. Every time a fresh shock occurs, a new alter can be born. The psychiatric literature on the subject shows that alters can be totally different from one another. Some alters are stupid, while others are brilliant. They can speak different languages. They have varied tastes and personalities.”

“How—how common is this?”

“Some studies suggest that one percent of the entire population suffers from multiple personality disorder, and that up to twenty percent of all patients in psychiatric hospitals have it.”

David said, “But Ashley seems so normal and—”

“People with MPD
are
normal…until an alter takes over. The host can have a job, raise a family and live a perfectly ordinary life, but an alter can take over at any time. An alter can be in control for an hour, a day or even weeks, and then the host suffers a fugue, a loss of time and memory, for the period that the alter is in charge.”

“So Ashley—the host—would have no recollection of anything that the alter does?”

“None.”

David listened, spellbound.

“The most famous case of multiple personality disorder was Bridey Murphy. That’s what first brought the subject to the public’s attention. Since then, there have been an endless number of cases, but none as spectacular or as well publicized.”

“It—it seems so incredible.”

“It’s a subject that’s fascinated me for a long time. There are
certain patterns that almost never change. For instance, frequently, alters use the same initials as their host—Ashley Patterson…Alette Peters .. . Toni Prescott…

“Toni—?” David started to ask. Then he realized, “Antoinette?”

“Right. You’ve heard the expression ’alter ego.’”

“Yes.”

“In a sense, we all have alter egos, or multiple personalities. A kind person can commit acts of cruelty. Cruel people can do kind things. There’s no limit to the incredible range of human emotions.
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
is fiction, but it’s based on fact.”

David’s mind was racing. “If Ashley committed the murders…”

“She would not be aware of it. It was done by one of her alters.”

“My God! How can I explain that in court?”

Dr. Salem looked at David curiously. “I thought you said you weren’t going to be her attorney.”

David shook his head. “I’m not. I mean, I don’t know. I—At this point, I’m a multiple personality myself.” David was silent for a moment. “Is this curable?”

“Often, yes.”

“And if it can’t be cured, what happens?”

There was a pause. “The suicide rate is quite high.”

“And Ashley knows nothing about this?”

“No.”

“Would—would you explain it to her?”

“Yes, of course.”

“No!” It was a scream. She was cowering against the wall of her cell, her eyes filled with terror. “You’re lying! It’s not true!”

Dr. Salem said, “Ashley, it is. You have to face it. I’ve explained to you that what happened to you is not your fault. I—”

“Don’t come near me!”

“No one’s going to hurt you.”

“I want to die. Help me die!” She began sobbing uncontrollably.

Dr. Salem looked at the matron and said, “You’d better give her a sedative. And put a suicide watch on her.”

David telephoned Dr. Patterson. “I need to talk to you.”

“I’ve been waiting to hear from you, David. Did you see Ashley?”

“Yes. Can we meet somewhere?”

“I’ll wait in my office for you.”

Driving back to San Francisco, David thought,
There’s no way that I can take this case. I have too much to lose.

I’ll find her a good criminal attorney and that will he the end of it.

Dr. Patterson was waiting for David in his office. “You talked to Ashley?”

“Yes.”

“Is she all right?”

How do I answer that question?
David took a deep breath. “Have you ever heard of multiple personality disorder?”

Dr. Patterson frowned. “Vaguely…”

“It’s when one or more personalities—or alters—exist in a
person and take control from time to time, and that person is not aware of it. Your daughter has multiple personality disorder.”

Dr. Patterson was looking at him, stunned.
“What?
I—I can’t believe it. Are you sure?”

“I listened to Ashley while Dr. Salem had her under hypnosis. She has two alters. At various times, they possess her.” David was talking more rapidly now. “The sheriff showed me the evidence against your daughter. There’s no doubt that she committed the murders.”

Dr. Patterson said. “Oh, my God! Then she’s—she’s guilty?”

“No. Because I don’t believe she was aware that she committed the murders. She was under the influence of one of the alters. Ashley had no reason to commit those crimes. She had no motive, and she was not in control of herself. I think the state may have a difficult time proving motive or intent.”

“Then your defense is going to be that—”

David stopped him. “I’m not going to defend her. I’m going to get you Jesse Quiller. He’s a brilliant trial lawyer. I used to work with him, and he’s the most—”

“No.” Dr. Patterson’s voice was sharp. “You must defend Ashley.”

David said patiently, “You don’t understand. I’m not the right one to defend her. She needs—”

“I told you before that you’re the only one I trust. My daughter means everything in the world to me, David. You’re going to save her life.”

“I can’t. I’m not qualified to—”

“Of course you are. You were a criminal attorney.”

“Yes, but I—”

“I won’t have anyone else.” David could see that Dr. Patterson was trying to keep his temper under control.