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  That was too easy, Olivia thought as she recoiled within from the presence of Kristinich, her head bowed in order to shield her face, and its reflection in the window, from his gaze. Raduyev’s given me grief all week about not taking over the interrogation. Now they let me just run someone out of the room? Not your normal interrogation. Then she glanced up briefly at the window. There are people watching this. Whatever happens, I am not alone with this man. I’d guess Rebecca Taylor has kept her word. Maybe the whole world knows. Maybe that’s why they’re upping the pressure by bringing this monster in. Maybe…OK. You go, girl. At least sometimes. You know how to think things out. You know how to take it one step at a time. You know how to see things, how to know when you’re wrong, how to adjust and correct. This is not yet a torture session. It may come to that, but as long as you’ve got control of your mind, use it. It may not be enough. But what the fuck else do I have?

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  One down, Schwartz thought, watching from the observation room. One down, one to go. He turned to the Getmanovs and did not need to speak to communicate his question. Having recovered her own composure, Madame Getmanova answered him calmly. “She will.”