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“What did she tell you, Amy?”
“Caprica was contrite, Rania. I mean, she’s genuinely sorry for the trouble caused.”
My security chief sat beside me on the bench. Her frustration was evident, but that didn’t affect Rania’s performance. She was alert, and although the woman looked relaxed, I knew she was a coiled spring, ready to explode if someone crossed her.
“You aren’t used to being on the back foot, Rania.”
“Is anyone?”
“Try studying a law degree. If anything can teach humility, it’s the absolute desperation of Ivy League study.”
“You can’t trust Caprica. It’s all apologies and tears now, but let’s not forget this is a woman who sat in the room with murderers planning your demise.”
“I don’t trust her, nor shall I ever. She’s sorry now while the world seems against her, but the hubris that got us here will return. Don’t worry about me trusting her, Rania. I want peace, not subjugation or more trouble.”
“Are you going to tell me what she said, Amy?”
I stared at Rania, shrugging my shoulders because there wasn’t much to say. She shook her head, and I saw the killer dancing in her eyes.