Brett found Clarissa staring at him. “We need her, don’t we?”
“It seems likely,” she agreed.
“Do you think she’ll actually help?” he wanted to know. “She seems awfully scared.”
“She is. I think it’s likely we’ll never know all the different ways they’ve abused her. We won’t know whether she’ll turn to our side until she does… or doesn’t.”
“That’s pretty precarious.”
“The whole thing is precarious,” Clarissa informed him. “Emergencies like this always are, and no one who engages in them knows whether they will succeed or fail.”
Brett nodded. “So it would seem. Do you know something, my dear? Standing around in this woman’s bedroom feels wrong to me. I think we should move on.”
“But where to?” Clarissa demanded. “I’m not getting any leading.”
“Then let’s go back to where we were… to
