Miss Bennett was issuing orders down the phone, recalling an NJ7 force to HQ and deploying others to strategic locations around the country, just in case the battle wasn’t yet over. Ian Coates was slumped behind his desk, holding his head, while Mitchell was helping Olivia Muzbeke to an armchair. The pain in her ribs was obvious, but so was her genuine confusion. “Get some answers out of her,” Miss Bennett said firmly to nobody in particular. “What do you want us to do?” Ian Coates sighed. “She doesn’t remember anything!” “I’m not suggesting we beat it out of her,” Miss Bennett muttered, slamming the phone down. “She obviously knows nothing – consciously.” “I don’t… I d-don’t…” Olivia Muzbeke’s voice quivered and her hands were so unsteady that when Eva gave her the mug of tea, some of the hot brown liquid splashed over the sides. “I remember flashes…” Olivia muttered. “Just images, really… an old man…” “What’s the last thing you do remember?”
