She quieted, full stop, the next question waiting with WILDimpatience on the tip of the tongue peeking from her open mouth. A moment’s pause and then she closed her mouth, swallowed, switched gears.
“ I’m sorry. ”
Far was it from her to actually soundlike it, but anyone could have told him that the· sober look that settled on her features was the closest thing to sincerity she ever had to give.
“ But if you think this is hard now, imagine how bad it will be when in front of the prosecutor and the court and the deceased’s family. It’s my job to p r e p a r e you for that, and I suggest you let me do it before it starts looking like you have something to HIDE. ”
Stress never weighed well on his shoulders. The slightest amount of pressure, the briefest glint of impatience and he would spiral. Into the pot of rage that boiled within. He knew why she was there, knew what she was trying to do, but it was too fast and he was getting very frustrated.
“ I know - I know. And I’ve got nothing to hide - ”
LIE. There was one thing to hide. One thing that might get him fired if anyone found out. He hoped it wouldn’t come down to that.
“ I’m not - Are they going to be berating me as hard as you are? ”
