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She left the bedroom on her toes. She wanted to bring this case to an end as soon as possible. She knew Castle would not last long without medding in the investigation. It wasn't his style. The only solution was to close it quickly.

When she arrived at the station Kevin was already there. It turned out that just yesterday he managed to get a warrant for phone calls and bank accounts of a psychologist. Now they could check them out. His finances showed nothing strange. They addressed the list of connections. They quickly found out that he had called one number very often in the last month. The conversations lasted about three minutes each. They stopped five days ago. On the day of Ian's death. They quickly checked who the number belonged to. It was owned by Ian Whitemore.

"Why didn't Keen's name pop up when we checked the victim's connections?" Beckett asked, looking at her partner from behind a pile of papers.

Kevin was looking for something on his desk for a while. It was not easy considering the fact that the whole was covered with cards with all sorts of information. In the end, he found the one he cared most about.

"In this list we have that it was called several times from a reserved number. Such phones also appeared after Ian's death, so we didn't take it as suspicious."

"Probably not only Peter had a proprietary number. I think it's time to talk with his boss."

"Do you wanna go to the Psychologist Department?"

"And I have another way out? Maybe the warden will tell us why his employee contacted the internal department so often."

"And not better to ask Keen?"

"He will say something on the detachable, we will have to check it. When it turns out that he lied, we will not find him anymore. Keen is too sly about it. As we begin to ask him about whatever he knows, we are on his trail. Before we talk to him, we need to have really strong evidence so that he can't get away with it."

Kevin reluctantly followed the woman. The faculty of psychologists resembled a doctor's office. The walls were covered with white paint, on the floor lay carpeting. At some door, there were police men waiting for their turn to tell them what was in their heart. The chief's office was at the end of the hall. Beckett gently knocked, and the loud "please" allowed them to go inside. They introduced themselves by presenting their badges.

The captain was a tall middle-age man. He had a soft face, and his dark, short hair was slightly gray. He looked at them with tired eyes and forced himself to smile.

"How can I help Homicide Department?"

"We have come to talk to you about one of your employee." Ryan replied. "What can you tell us about Peter Keen?"

"This is about him? He's not working here anymore …" The man's words hung in the air.

"The man's words hung in the air.

"So you did not send him to the twelfth Precinct to analyze my team?" Kate finally asked.

"I don't do these things anymore. I don't have enough psychologists here on site to send them to the precincts."

"Since when has Keen not worked here?" Kevin pulled out his notebook.

"Will be about three weeks."

"Does this have any connection with the reduction of the budget?"

"His release has nothing to do with dismissals. Our department does not have such a problem. We can say that we are not enough now. They send everyone for forced treatment after participating in a shooting, and we are getting less and less."

"Why was he fired?"

"Customers started complaining about it. They started changing doctors. They said he was unprofessional. I had a conversation with him, but he saw no problem in his running sessions. I have nothing left but to release him."

"Do you know why he called Ian Whitemore?"

"From what I know he wanted to regain his job. Ian talked to me. I explained to him the reason Keen was fired. Together we came to the conclusion that there is no point in him working here. I haven't spoken to Ian anymore."

"Thank you for your cooperation."

The policemen came out. The next stop was Ian's office. They wanted to show his secretary a picture of Keen. It was very possible that the man did not limit himself to just calling. They were not wrong. The girl who reported the death of her boss immediately recognized him. He was there very often. Initially, Ian invited him to his office and talked for a while. He later told him to send him back.

"From what I remember it was supposed to be someone accepted in his place." She added. "I think Ian's niece…"

"Did Keen know that?" Beckett asked.

"Ian told him."

The cops looked at each other. They didn't have to use words to know what they meant. They already knew the motive.