They remembered the next day? Fuck. Groaning, Max pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut. "Maybe," he muttered. "Jekyll seems to be pretty smart. He handled Brian well back in France, giving him just enough information to keep him happy without giving away too smart. I started reading the book after we got back." Scowling, he scrubbed his knuckles over his jaw. "This fucking building is making me read. Can't fucking believe it." Sighing, he relaxed slightly. "I'm not too far along, but so far Jekyll's happy with Hyde. So he might try to lead Brian in that direction, thinking it's before Hyde and all."
Vlad's assessment of Blonde Girl's attack on him made Max snort. Of course she thought she was "empowering" herself. And he wouldn't deny her the right to revenge. But it was more than a little retarded. As Vlad asked about any further meetings, he shook his head. "No. Which is lucky, but I'm sure my luck will run out soon." It already had started.
The question of whether she'd figure it out or not made Max shake his head. "No," he said firmly. "What we are...it's unique. Even for MPD, it's different. Usually there are more "others," with one being more dominant. I've fooled at least half a dozen doctors at this point. They think he's a sleepwalker." Max grinned, clearly proud of himself. "Blonde Girl won't be the one to bust me."