"You thought how you’d kill Scarmann for me, Steve."
"Someday," I said flatly, "I may kill Scarmann, but it won’t be for you!"
She tried to claw me but I clipped her again and this time I made it stick. She went out cold and she was still out like a frozen herring by the time Lieutenant Williamson arrived with his jetcopter squad to take her away.
The last time I saw Martha Franklin, she was still trying to convince twelve Rhine Scholars and True that any woman with a body as beautiful as hers couldn’t possibly have committed any crime. She was good at it, but not that good.
Funny. Mental sensitives always think they’re so damn superior to anyone else.