“Connor O’Henry, Psy.D.,” was a cover. The doctor did exist, but Ms. Soule, MSW, LCSW, took his patients. Officially, O’Henry’s caseload precluded talking new work. Meanwhile, a quiet silver-haired man shuffled toward SuperMitch, the Mexican grocery, where he displayed a fluent knowledge of Spanish and Zapotecan. He bought a Mexican Coke but Manuel knew he was there only for someone to talk to.