She smiles, and there’s not an ounce of love in it. There’s anger and derisiveness and hatred. But nolove. None. “Please,” she scoffs, “you kept that recording for a reason. You were waiting to throw itin my face at exactly the right moment.”
“How do you know for sure those are his intentions?” she asks. “You’re his enemy. You think he’sgoing to be honest with you about everything? You think he’s not exactly as full of s**t as you are?”
“Are you really going to bat for him right now?”
I raise my eyebrows. “You want to hear it again?”
“No, I mean rewind it back to the beginning. I want to hear the whole conversation.”
“You took the time to record everything. I should hear everything.”
She’s determined. I can’t help but be impressed by that brilliantly controlled expression on her face
