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“What?” Liz’s whole demeanor changes. “What are you talking about?”
I give her a carefully edited version of what happened to me at the hospital. I describe the attempt on my life, and lie that my mom—the detective—spoke to the nurse who tried to kill me. I say that the nurse reported blanking out during the whole ordeal, and that my mom, who is a seasoned investigator, seemed to believe her. This is as close as I dare get to the truth—which is that my friend, one of the ‘evil Leachers,’ read the nurse’s mind and found out that the woman has amnesia.
“That is very strange,” Liz says when I’m done. “It’s true that if the nurse had been Guided to do something so out of character, she would’ve forgotten the event completely. But how do you know that she’s not a Leacher agent just trying
