Back to business.
I click away at my computer, studying articles, scanning sections of my book for information that might be relevant. I type, place my fist against my mouth as I read.
Amy returns and says she is going to tell me something off the record. Obviously, due to that statement, I cannot include what she has said. It adds to why she had been so disturbed during our session. She tells me, I acknowledge it.
We move on.
Me: I’m looking at some of these pictures of her, too, like… trying to be… fair? About it? Um. A lot of people — there are some pictures of her that are like “She’s a little pageant queen, fine. Okay.” And like, I’ve got pictures of, like, myself — like, I did dance. I did tap. I did that kind of stuff. But there’s this one picture that keeps coming up… and if you just search ‘JonBenet Ramsey’ I think you’ll see it. It’s just a completely… like… I don’t think I could pose like that. Now. At my… age.
Amy: Okay, I’m looking at it right now.
Me: You see it?
Amy: Her bangs are separated?
Me: Bright red lipstick.
Me: Like, there’s… something about that.
Amy: Well, she’s… was… introduced to that. From… she was used for that.
Me: Yeah, like it’s not her fault. It’s not something she’s doing. But… I think that just… tells… something. Behind the scenes.
Amy asks who I think the flash of the face from the first session might have been — the masculine-seeming person with a white turtleneck and shorter dark-blonde hair. I offer my suggestion, which I will not disclose at this time.
We muse over this for a while. Amy looks interested but not fully convinced. We discuss the fact that the Ramseys — Patsy and John — offered up many, many names as potential suspects, including their closest friends.