ULLSHIT,” THE TURKEY BOY SAID as Raphie paused for breath.

Raphie didn’t say anything; instead, he chose to wait for something more constructive to come out of the boy’s mouth.

“Total bullshit,” he said again.

“Okay, that’s enough,” Raphie said, standing up from the table and gathering the mug, Styrofoam cup, and candy wrappers from the chocolates he’d managed to munch through while he was telling his story. “I’ll leave you alone in peace now to wait for your mother.”

“No, wait!” Turkey Boy spoke up.

Raphie continued walking to the door.

“You can’t just end the story there,” the boy said incredulously. “You can’t leave me hanging.”

“Ah, well, that’s what you get for being unappreciative,” Raphie said with a shrug, “and for throwing turkeys through windows.” He left the interrogation room.

Jessica was in the station’s tiny kitchen, having another coffee. Her eyes were red, and the bags under them had darkened.

“Coffee break already?” He pretended not to notice her withering appearance.

“You’ve been in there for ages.” She blew on her coffee and sipped, not moving the mug from her lips as she spoke, eyes looking away in the distance.

“It’s a long story. Your face okay?”

She gave a single nod, the closest she’d ever get to commenting on the cuts and scrapes across her skin. She changed the subject. “So how far did you get in the story?”

“Lou Suffern’s first pill.”

“What did he say?”

“I do believe ‘Bullshit’ was the expression he used, which was then closely followed by ‘Total bullshit.’”

Jessica smiled lightly. “You got further than I thought. You should show him the tapes of that night. They just came in from the audiovisual conference call. They show a guy who looks exactly like Lou walking out of the boardroom, while at the same time another guy, who also looks exactly like Lou, is sitting at the conference table. Still no sight or word from Gabe though.”

“It could be Gabe in the conference call video.” Raphie thought hard. “He and Lou look very alike.”

“That would be much easier to believe but…”

“You don’t believe it?”

“You don’t believe the cloning version?”

“I’m telling it, aren’t I?”

Jessica lowered the mug slowly from her lips, and those intense, secretive eyes stared deep into his. “That doesn’t answer my question.”

Raphie ignored her and instead poured himself another coffee, adding two sugars, which Jessica—sensing his mood—did not protest. Then he filled a Styrofoam cup with water and shuffled off down the corridor again.

“Where are you going?” she called after him.

“To finish the story,” he grumbled. “And yes, that still doesn’t answer your question.”