‘So what went though you mind when you decided to beat her?’ Other punch broke Kent’s already bruised nose with a sickening crack. ‘I know you...chased her, tackled her to the floor. She fought to get away.’ A hard left had Kent spitting out move of his broken teeth. ‘If you managed to catch her, what were you going to do? Kill her?’ ‘No! You son of a bitch. I just wanted to talk to her, she kept trying to leave.’ Kent dove again for Sam hoping to catch him around his middle and bring him to the. . well, I was back with Dr. Lindsey Conners. The FBI was footing the bill.I hadn’t had any Wexler nightmares, but I wasn’t sure that was a good thing. I was concerned that I might be repressing as much as I could. Maybe I needed to ... well, I didn’t know what I needed to do. Maybe therapy would draw that out.Naturally Matt Striker wanted to see me; he must have felt helpless and frustrated and furious and ... probably a lot of other things. But he was wise in so many ways, Matt. He understood. I'd get a truly intenseeducation in what it meant to be a girl growing up in America as abonus, along with a paper trail that Mrs. Komori didn't have to fake.Real records we could then use to get me into college one day, or mighthelp me to have an actual life when I grew up... again.That settled, I left it up to her."Hey, think of the grades you'll make," Emily told me later that night."You already know all that shit." Think of all the stupid things I'll have to put up with," I said."Getting up. While we were doing that I could see others that appeared to be doing the same thing. If that were the case then we would be completely surrounded by remote pillboxes. We had dug out some of the knocked down buildings to set up the sites. They would be both sheltered and protected. It would make it very hard to attack through the overlapping fire of the machine guns.When darkness finally came I was exhausted. I had been dragging wire all day. That was bad enough over the ground that we were.