I could feel my belly tighten with rage. "I thought you'd welcome a reputable attorney who would represent Psis," I reminded him.
"Yes, I suppose I would. Very much."
"All of a sudden I'm not reputable?"
"Reputable?" he sneered. "You've been on every side of this thing. Would you like to explain why you told Renner one thing and me another?"
"Same reason you've been going through some contortions yourself—trying to save my profession and occupation."
"Too tricky for me," Passarelli said.
I measured him with my eyes. "That's not the reason you're walking out of here. What's bugging you?"
"Reading my mind?" he said coldly. It wasn't the first time I'd been accused of it. "But you're right. You lied to me."
"To you? Not so."
"Oh, yes. How do you know that Mary Hall used HC on you in Lindstrom's laboratory? Nothing but Psi could detect that. You had a TK there with you. Admit it."