23
“I wish I had an answer for you, Larani.”
The head of the Justice Keepers stood behind the desk in her office, her face a thundercloud that threatened to spit lightning. It was all Ben could do not to groan. This was the woman who had given him a chance after he'd been convicted of a crime. And he had let her down.
Ben sat in a chair with his hands on his thighs, trying his best to collect himself. “I'm sorry,” he mumbled. “But we need to know what Isara knows, and I don't see any way to get her to tell us willingly.”
Backing away from the desk, Larani scowled and shook her head. “Isara may be a criminal, maybe even a monster,” she said in a voice like ice. “But she's still human, and forcibly scanning a prisoner is a gross violation of their rights.”
“Oh, come on, Larani!”
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