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The Truth & Anything But
“You’re hiding something, Lorna,” Nadia said. “What is it?”
Being on the truth drug was weird. It’s like, you knew you didn’t want to say something, but you couldn’t stop yourself. Like trying to stop a bar of soap slipping through your fingers.
“Come on, Lorna,” Nadia said.
No, Lorn. Don’t—
“I kissed a girl once,” I said. “And I kinda liked it.”
Ah, crap.
“Isn’t that a song?” the man restraining me said.
“It was Becki. We were besties but now we’re frenemies.”
“She’s employing some kind of diversion technique. Vasquez’s training must still be in there,” Nadia said, tapping my right temple. She leaned in closer, hands on the arms of the chair. “Tell the truth, Lorna. What do you know that we don’t?”
“I was a double agent for a while,” I said.
“MI6? C
