Thankfully, one of the researchers chose that moment to walk back into my little waiting room. He smiled at me. Yung? Was that his name? I gave him a ...mall smile back.“Is the experiment going to start soon? I’m getting bored just waiting here.”“Sure, just a few questions first. Is that alright?”He was going to follow some rigid formula for questions, I knew it. Didn’t they teach these guys how to socialise? That sort of formalism isn’t necessary in normal conversations!“Firstly, did you notice. ”“God help me.”Betsy said, “You know that I could do that to you right now. A tap tap to the back of your head and lifelong paralysis. I could pull your tongue out, and with a quick little jab to the chin ... no more talking. If I really wanted to do a number on you, I’d bust both of your ear drums.”The man looked at her as if resigned to that fate. He was still waiting for her to start grilling him for information. There wasn’t much to tell. He had been hired by Ivan to kill her and he’d. I told him what I remembered about the attack. He was particularly interested in how I bashed the guys face in. I told him it was only one blow from my knee. He seemed satisfied and closed his book."We already got a confession out of the guy with the bashed face. He is at another hospital getting taken care of. He said McKenzie's assistant had paid them to attack you. It was supposed to look like a mugging. If Mr. Rooker hadn't been following you, it might have been worse." Excuse me?" I. I got the bag hung from a wooden frame Tomas had bolted to the side of the storage trailer. That damn trailer had been a lot of things for me. So anyway I put on my workout rags and knocked the bag around till I was almost exhausted. Then I went back into the house for coffee, before I drove to the softball field. I got there by nine that morning. I ran for an hour so I was up to six miles most mornings. I still wasn't setting the world on fire, but I was worn out by the time I got home from.