My driver Walter opened the door and I got out of the car and headed off across the damp, morning dew covered grass. As I came up over the rise, I saw...somebody sitting on the bench. My heart leapt and I was truly bewildered by the happiness I felt inside. As I thought about it, I realized I was happier than I had been in the past 2 years. As I approached the bench, she stood and looked up. "Good morning," her voice was sweet and musical. "If you wish, I will leave."I quickly replied, "No,. Your secret will be safe with me. Let anyone else know and you know what comes next,” he said in a decisive tone.The helplessness was imminent in her face. She thought for a few seconds before heading back home.“I’ll tell the others at home and come back,” she said, as she went towards her home.The goon had come with a bike that he had stopped a few meters away. As Hamida came outta the house, dressed in a salwar with a zip on its back and pants, he smiled.“Well, come on, ma’am, my bike is over. Disruptions. Rude, obnoxious kids. I managed to get to the front of the classrooms where at least I'd get to hear what the teachers have to say. That was my pattern, mostly, even though last year I was a 'C' student. I found out that if I could hear the lesson and take notes, I didn't have to do anything else. I could make passing grades, and living with Mom, all I wanted to do was keep out of trouble at school so she didn't have to do anything with them.Now I'm with Dan, and he tells me that. None of the interrogators had gotten squat from him.Now it was her turn.Jane’s attitude when she entered Bobby’s “room” was markedly different than that of his previous visitors. None of his previous interrogators had read his psych eval. Their bosses had, but they hadn’t. It was fairly typical in a bureaucracy for bosses to withhold information from those under them. Even in this organization. It made the boss feel special, to know something his underlings didn’t. The interrogators had been.