more minutes passed in agonizing silence, broken only by the distant

screen again, this time at a podium.

announced, his voice strained, "we are releasing the com

porter. The documents were proje

autopsy report signed by Dr. Hooper. The same docto

't say

third tool. A

I turned it on. The tip

d react, I pressed the hot tip to the sk

burned flesh. A small, dark mark, a per

I said, my voice

he was holding were nothing but a pile of lies, an

th a scalpel, not deep enough to cause serious harm, but eno

he real one. The one you buried. I want the name of

m. "Do not try to fool me again. The nex

t the screen, at the red lines I was drawing on his daughter's arm, and for the fir

's sake, just give her what she wants!" she screamed, he

head, his jaw t

nd I let out a sound that was almost a l

as physically choking me. "I am a mother too. I know what it' s like to see your child suffe

comments er

she' s enjoying

dead drug addict son to

son was a loser a

white room, this little girl, and the faces of the

lice were getting closer; I knew they were. But so was the tru

. The toxicology report. It was the same one,

hardened into a block of ice. I pi

moved it to