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. He made a conscious effort to appear relaxed, keep his hand his good hand---from clenching, unclenching. That was his story, all right. Most of it--up to the ending. He left out the part about Rowan's betrayal. "Rowan arrived later in the shuttle, saved my life. He must have. Someone pulled me out of that burning factory--"
"But not Dalin Rowan," said Wiedermann.
Xris's eyes narrowed. The fingers of his good hand twitched.
"In this business," Wiedermann continued, "we are used to our clients lying to us. We expect it. We don't take offense. All part of the job. Dalin Rowan didn't save your life, because Dalin Rowan wasn't there at the time the factory blew up. And the reason Dalin Rowan wasn't there was because he knew it was going to blow up. Am I right?" Xris took out another twist, put it in his mouth. "Go on." "You spent a year in the hospital having most of your body parts replaced by metal--a god-awful year, if what I've heard about recovery from this sort of procedure is true. When you were finally released, you went home to your wife, but that didn't last long. Your marriage couldn't stand the strain. You walked out on your wife--"
"That has nothing to do with anything," Xris observed coolly.
"The next place you went was FISA, the bureau." Wiedermann either hadn't heard or wasn't interested in the interruption. "They offered you your old job back
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