Their claims were cleverly twisted distortions of facts and events, propaganda at its finest. “Are you here with Tuesday Fitzpatrick?” He glanced up and found a slender, dark-haired woman standing a few feet away. “I am. What can I do for you?” “She’s been detained. She asked me to let you know. Thought you might be worried about her.” “I appreciate the information. Ms.…” “Rahab.” She looked directly into his eyes as she said the name. “She wanted to make sure I introduced myself. I guess PURE’s social graces leave much to be desired, according to Ms. Fitzpatrick.” “The woman who greeted us initially was rather rude.” Had Tuesday spoken with Rahab alone? It didn’t seem likely. Rahab was certainly choosing her words carefully. “Did Ms. Fitzpatrick explain what brought her here today?” “I’m not privy to every conversation that goes on in the stronghold. That privilege is reserved for members of security.” He smiled. “I see.” “I doubt it,”
