Negentienjaar. Ik heb best een redelijke opleiding genoten. En lelijk ben ik ookniet. En onbehaard. Ja, ook wat dat betreft kom ik wel in aanmerking.G...en haar op mijn borst en buik. Ook niet op mijn armen en mijn benen.Ik heb een gladde, haarloze huid. En ik ben slank. Ongeveer een metervijfenzeventig en ik weeg nauwelijks zestig kilo. En bovendien ben ikongebonden. Geen familiebanden die mij knellen, geen vriendinnetje. Wiewil er ook met een werkeloze jongen verkering hebben? Maar. Jason kept brushing her face with a cool rag, speaking softly, gently, and showing her a tenderness that contrasted his previous behavior in a manner that was shocking.“Say that you trust me entirely..”“I trust Jason entirely..”“That’s a good girl, now one last thing. I want you to say ‘I’ll always do what Jason asks, no matter what he asks. Because I love him. His happiness means more than my life.’”“I-I’ll always do what Jason asks…. No matter what he asks… Because I-I-I love him.. His. Lisbeth stopped him in the hall and said, “I will come to the shop and tell you what has happened.” He nodded and went down the stairs and into the shop. He marveled at how free he felt. He thought about talking freely with his sister here in the shop that he had always thought of as his father’s place. He placed the documents on a work shelf and went to the work schedule. There was one small job to be finished this morning. He quickly set the type and ran a proof sheet…no mistakes. He. I wasn't concerned about Lee, she'd be out pretty quick. I'd told her to admit to her maiden name but say nothing else, nothing at all, except to demand her lawyer. And Spook had already put a call in to the lawyer I'd retained; his first job would be to spring her loose. I reckoned he could manage it fairly expeditiously, there were no meaningful charges against Lee and holding a seven-months-pregnant woman on bullshit would make them look God-awful in the media.The room where they'd sat me.