THIRTY-FOUR
The words exploded in Kelly’s ears. She thought they must have sounded to her the same way the word “insanity” sounded to Frank. She struggled to keep any expression from her face. All along she had felt that defending Frank Oliver was like being lost in a minefield, and she hoped she could make it to the other side without detonating anything. Now her own allies were triggering mines beneath her feet.
“Okay, now I’m ready for the explanation,” she said.
Chen removed his glasses and rubbed his deep-set eyes. With a stroke or two of his hand through jet black hair, he stared at the floor, as Feinberg was still doing. He didn’t speak for a full minute before starting.
“Mr. Oliver has a very volatile temper. Throughout the course of our testing, I could see that he was given,
