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“Trying not to wet herself”

“So noait her out?”

“I’ll go back in a half hour,” Linda said “That’ll give her enough ti”

“And if she still won’t talk?”

“Without enough tis, which I hate by the way It’s too easy to get the subject to tell you what you want to hear rather than the truth” Linda looked back at the little screen “On second thought…” She held up a hand with her fingers splayed and ticked theit curled into her pal from the other side of the closed hatch

“Co to try to do!”

A shadow crossed Linda’s eyes Rather than satisfied with her work she appeared sad

“What is it?” Juan asked

“Nothing”

“Talk to me What’s the matter?”

She looked up at hi to theet what I want It leaves me, I don’t know, dead inside I climb into someone else’severything about them—how they think, what their hopes and dreaht they’d never tell In a couple of hours I will know more about Susan Donleavy than anyone else in the world But it’s not like having a friend confide in you It’s like I’ it, Juan”

“I had no idea,” he said softly “If I did I wouldn’t have asked you to do this”

“That’s why I’ve never told you You hired round, and skills that no one in the crew possesses Just because I hate part of my job doesn’t mean I don’t have to do it”

Juan gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze “You going to be okay?”

“Yeah I’o back in I’ll find you when I’lass of wine too et some rest You look terrible”