Page 150 of Chameleon Killer

“My turn.”

Yes.

“Why are you helping me?”

Because someone used my work to tell a lie.

The room seemed to get colder. This was philosophy or a lesson. It was a motive.

“Colin and Guy.”

Yes.

“You’re angry.”

No.

I almost laughed. “Really?”

Anger is inefficient.

“That is not the same as saying you aren’t angry.”

A pause.

Fair.

I leaned forward. “So what are you?”

Interested.

“In who copied you?”

In why.

“Why they chose those men?”

Partially.

“What else?”

My question.

I groaned. “What?”

Do you trust me?

That was almost funny.

“No.”

Thank you.

“I’m serious.”

So am I.

“Good.”