"And you belong in Center Four."
"Yes."
"Explain."
I did. Or tried to. Things were roiling around inside me, keeping me from thinking clearly. Once, as I talked, I thought I heard movement under the bank, but the Deacons didn't seem to notice anything. I tried to tell them of my troubles.
There was no sympathy in their eyes.
Apollo said, "See anybody pass by here?"
"Pass by?" I hoped my look was innocent. "Who?"
"Two fugitives. Nonconforms. Escaped during interview. Got the force screen turned off somehow—must have had spies helping them. You didn't see them, eh?"
I shook my head. "I haven't seen anyone for several hours."