. . . . . . .. . . . . . . . 26 After he was gone, she fell into bed and surprised herself by passing out almost instantly. But she woke in a panic a short while later, the comfort and distraction of Marvin’s visit gone, the reality of what she was facing fully upon her again. But she’d told the director she’d seen nothing, hadn’t she? And she’d tested him, but she hadn’t pressed. She’d been subtle. She’d been clever. She’d figured out he wanted her to see nothing, and she’d told him what he wanted to hear. Yeah? How sure are you that he didn’t know you were testing him? That he doesn’t suspect the guy with the cigarette you showed him was a distraction? That your question about bringing in more manpower for a manual review of the footage was a feint? Given what he’s already done, given the stakes he’s playing for, how much can you count on his assuming you didn’t see anything, you don’t suspect, you don’t fucking know? She focused on breathing again, trying to slow her staccato heartbeat.
