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SO JEMIRO—the real Jemiro—had died. Then who was this person we had with us?
I looked from Thayu to Nicha and Veyada. And then Devlin.
I asked the latter, “Did you ever know Jemiro? Is this the same person?”
Devlin shrugged. “No one ever had much to do with the family.”
“What should we do about him?” Nicha asked. “Interrogate him?”
I glanced in the direction of the stairs, the way to Jemiro’s room, thinking of how I found him in his room huddled on the floor after Kita had threatened him with a knife.
“Let’s wait until the trial is done. He may not be stable enough to continue as our translator if we put too much pressure on him tonight. I don’t want the trial to be cancelled because of something we did.”
They nodded, but I didn’t think they were entirely happy.
“I said we’d le
