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The FBI agent’s eyes widen "An arms dealer?"

I nod and tell theent Bosovsky scribbles down notes as quickly as he can, while Agent Wilson continues asking me questions about Julian’s activities and the terrorists who stole me from him They seem disappointed that he’s dead--and that I know so little--and I explain that I haven’t been off the island since my abduction

"He kept you there for the entire fifteen ent Bosovsky asks, the frown lines on his thin face deepening "Just you and this woe a look, and I stare at theirl, kept like an anie for a crier Noould do anything to rewind the clock and go back to being Julian’s captive

Agent Wilson turns toward me and clears his throat "Miss Leston, we’ll have a sexual abuse counselor speak to you later this afternoon She’s very good--"

"There’s no need," I interrupt "I’m fine"

And I am I don’t feel victimized or abused I just feel numb

After a few more questions, they leave me alone I don’t tell them any details of ist of it

The FBI sketch artist coiving me funny looks as I correct his interpretation of my descriptions "No, his eyebrows are a little thicker, a little straighterHis hair is a little wavier, yes, like that"

He has particular trouble with Julian’s elic smile of his "Make the upper lip a little fullerNo, that’s too full--it should be more sensuous, almost pretty"

Finally, we’re done, and Julian’s face stares at ony spears through ht away, as it did before

"That’s a handso his handiwork "You don’t see htly,into my skin "No, you don’t"