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“I don't understand,” Keli Armana said.
Tall, slim and gorgeous in a white dress with short sleeves, she sat in a simple gray chair with her legs crossed. Her dark face was as hard as granite, and she looked at Director Andalon as if she meant to stare through him. “You want to know if the man is lying; simply bring him to me, and I will tell you.”
Jon Andalon stood before the window with his back turned, his knuckles whitening at those words. “It's not that simple,” he grumbled. “We have rule of law here. You can't just go around reading people's minds.”
For the fourteenth time that day, Melissa wondered why the telepath was allowed to be part of these meetings. Part of that resentment stemmed from the pain she had caused Raynar – those memories were a part of Melissa now – but when
