В сердце большого города скрываются тайны и загадки. Каждое утро открывает новый слой этой истории, напоминая о безвозвратности прошлого. Внутренние драмы и судьбы, переплетающиеся в пространстве и времени, создают непредсказуемую атмосферу будничной мелодрамы.
Claudel tipped back his head and spoke down his nose.
“So based on this story about a girl in a box—”
“The girl has a name.” Claudel’s cynicism was jiggling my switch. “Colleen Stan.”
Claudel’s nostrils tightened.
“So you believe Menard has been holding Anique Pomerleau against her will for a decade and a half? That Angela Robinson and the other females buried in the cellar were also his captives?”
I nodded.
For a few moments no one spoke. Claudel broke the silence.
“Did Anique Pomerleau attempt to escape?”
“No.
“Did she signal to you in any way that she wanted to leave Menard’s house?”
“She wasn’t wearing a banner that said ‘Help Me,’ if that’s what you mean.”
Claudel arced an eyebrow at Ryan.
“Pomerleau looked pretty scared,” Ryan said."
"“She looked terrified,” I said.
“What exactly did she do?” Charbonneau asked.
“She ducked out of sight as soon as Menard looked at her. Acted like an abused puppy.”
“You think Menard’s holding Pomerleau as some kind of sex slave?” Charbonneau.
“I am not suggesting motive.
“Bull snakes.” Claudel snorted.
“I’m a little hazy on herpetology, Detective. What exactly does that mean?”
Claudel raised both shoulders and spread his hands. “Any healthy adult capable of doing so would reach out for help.”
“Psychologists disagree,” I snapped. “Apparently you’re not familiar with the Stockholm syndrome.”
Claudel’s outstretched palms turned skyward.
“It’s an adaptation to extreme stress experienced under conditions of captivity and torture.”
The hands dropped to Claudel’s lap.
“The Stockholm syndrome is seen in kidnap victims, prisoners, cult members, hostages, even abused spouses and kids. Victims seem to consent to, and may even express fond feelings for, their captors or abusers.”
“Weird label,” Charbonneau said.
“The syndrome’s name came from a hostage situation in Stockholm, Sweden, in 1973. Three women and a man were held for six days by two ex-cons robbing a bank. The hostages came to believe the robbers were protecting them from the police.
“The defining characteristic is to react to a threatening circumstance with passivity,” Ryan said.
“Lie down and take it.” Charbonneau shook his head.
“It goes beyond that,” I said. “Persons with Stockholm syndrome come to bond with their captors, even identify with them. They may act grateful or even loving toward them.
