Ritchie took a deep breath, clearing her mind from everything that had just happened with Weld. She had to deal with Keller now, and if she wasn"t at the top of her game, Keller was going to run all over her.
When she heard the door swish open, Ritchie raised her head to look at Sidonie Keller. She looked the same. Either she wasn"t being subjected to chemical interrogations like Weld, or she just tolerated them better. Her thick reddish-brown curls were as chaotic as ever, her freckled skin no paler than usual.
If Ritchie had to bet, she would say Keller wasn"t being interrogated. She had manipulated Ritchie into murdering Jeger by arming what was meant to be a dummy g*n on her glider, but she hadn"t done any specific thing anyone else couldn"t replicate. And if she had known how to shu
