Two reactions flare in Vince’s body, warring for control and leaving him, he’s sure, with all manner of internal bruising. One is a throbbing sort of annoyance from attempting to defend someone who wills themselves toward indefensibility, always brash, always on the edge of unacceptable. The other is a cold, sluicing unease.
“Mr. Naim hasn’t been charged with anything,” Vince says carefully. “Anything at all. However, I’d appreciate it if we could meet and conduct a brief interview in person regarding your—experiences, with him.”
“Interview,” Lila says, wondering and with a bit of condescension. Vince decides he fully understands the heavy distaste Reza has expressed toward her. “Is this a mandatory interview, then?” she asks in that biting tone. “Am I going to be summoned for questionin
