Chapter 12
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“The Ja Lama is back,” said Vitalius Kohl, as if that was supposed to tell me something.
“Yes. And? Why would you put a meditation master in charge of an interrogation? I’m the one with the training here!”
He was sitting at a huge oak desk, the centerpiece of his personal office. There was a door behind him, leading into his private bedroom. That was where Mother was, or at least where she was supposed to be – Theresa Shaara Kohl, his wife. The one who gave the kill order when there was killing to be done, at least according to what people said. What was the phrase I was told? Something like, “If Father wants you to do something, you will do it. If Mother wants you to die, then you will die.”
I was standing in front of Father’s desk, or more accurately I was pacing
