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THAYU AND I stared at each other.
“Here is our proof,” I said. “They take in people who are ill and have no money, promise them a cure and medicine, and turn them into Tamerians.”
“And that happens in Barresh as well.”
“We need to record all this for evidence.” And I needed to get in touch with Lenka Trnkova, who had done the initial investigation of people without ID. I could get her to join up her data about faceless assassins who had murdered heads of state with information about people who had come through here, and I could talk to the police in New Zealand about the men who had been killed in their attack on us.
While I ran around taking pictures, Veyada and Thayu took data dumps of as many pieces of equipment as possible in the room.
When I finished, I searched through the c
