THE DEVIL
Dealing with deception "What the hell is going on? Where the hell is she? Why the hell do you have me bouncing from place to place, all over this city, just picking up crumbs of information – none of which is really even very informative to me? I met up with Partain, you know, and while he gave me some interesting things to think about, why should I believe him? Why should I believe you?" I’d been making a list. I noted to myself that his excessively clinical approach to conversation might be useful to me, if I decided to make a play to squeeze more information out of him. I thought, at the time, that I could use an emotional reaction to manipulate him into telling me everything I needed to know. My concern for her clouded my objectivity, though, and I didn’t realize my own limits, much less the limits of the strange man who only wanted to be known as an informant and would only meet me in the strangest places, on his terms, on his time table. |