The girl held out her glass and George filled it. "Because he was the kind of man who made you want to kill him. He was understanding and loving. He made me feel like a princess all the time I lived with him. But he can't keep to one girl." She gulped down the whole glass. "He told me so himself. He was so wonderful to live with I went insane every time he looked at another girl. I knew he was shopping for his next wife." She wiggled in her chair. "Is that what you want to know?"
"I'm sorry," Sordman said. "Do you know who he was interested in before he died?"
The girl had big, myopic eyes. "Our contract ended sixteen days ago." She took a cigarette from inside her kimono. "Protector Sordman, could I just talk to you?"
"Certainly," Sordman said.
Lee and George went to a coffee house on the next floor down.
"I want to talk to just you," the girl said. "I feel safe with you. You make me feel right."
"It goes with being a Talent," Sordman said. "Either we like people and let them know it or we crack."
"I know it's all right to tell you things. I love Joe. I broke the rules for him. I didn't avoid him for three months the way you're supposed to. I went everywhere I knew he'd be. I had to see him."
Sordman stroked his beard. Mentally, he cuddled her in his arms and murmured comfort to her.
She hunched her shoulders and wrapped her arms around her body.