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Clyota and the Pressman have arrived in their hotel room—and didn’t the clerk give them an odd look—with the lockbox. But first, Clyota wants to ask him a question “Off the Record.” The Pressman tells her that isn’t in their contract.
So she asks anyway:
“Tell me why you accused John Anderson-Smith of killing ‘someone spe—’” I stopped as he held up a hand, then moved it to the blue button and pressed.
The ever-present hum died into silence and he sat down in the chair behind him, as if he’d lost much of his personal energy, too.
“Tell me,” I said.
“Her name was Jessica Sentinel-Beacon,” he said, his darkened lens pointed at the drab beige carpet, his organic eye staring at nothing I could see—or wanted to. “My wife.”
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