Ritchie settled back into her chair and watched Fitz as Feena stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. He had his hand to his face as if Feena"s sudden presence was immensely stressful. But when he lowered his hand and gestured for Feena to sit across from him, his expression was carefully bland.
"I"m not sure we"re quite ready to question everyone just yet," Ritchie said to Feena.
"That"s okay. You can practice on me," Feena said. Fitz had moved to sit forward in his chair, hands folded on the desktop, and Feena quickly mimicked his pose. "Ask me anything."
"Ritchie is right; the two of us need to come up with a standard set of questions first. For investigative purposes," Fitz said.
"I want to help," Feena said, reaching across the desk to grasp his folded hands. "I was
