"I said you were working with someone else, not for someone else," she said. "But maybe you are just a little b***h who lets the bigger monsters tell you what to do. Is that how you sleep at night? Telling your victims you were just following orders?"
Silence. Katie allowed herself a little smile, flexing her hands. She walked to the spiral stairs and went down, bare feet leaving damp prints on the glass.
"Victims," he said at last, and if her point had struck him then his voice was still steady. "That's an interesting choice of word. Do you feel like a victim right now?"
Katie ducked her head to look around the room. Here was what she'd expected: video screens, every surface covered with them, multiple angles on every room she knew in the house and more she'd never seen. There were eve
