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She sat, somehow composed. She saw the face of the prosecutor. She wanted to say nothing. She wanted to lie but she remembered how her father always told her to tell the truth.
"Daddy always told me to tell the truth," she began, "my baby's father went by the nickname "Rusian." As to what his real name is I don't know. I found out later that he was a Red Hessian himself."
She sighed, "I don't know if he's alive anymore after being shot up by Corsairs."
Having answered the question best she could, she sat and waited.
Meanwhile, in the back of the room, the robed man wore a face of disgust. He pulled out a small pad of paper and began writing a note. Once finished, he folded it. Eventually, he made eye contact with Dr. Tesh. He excused himself as his medical pager went off. He excused himself to leave to deal with it. It was Doc's number, quietly rung from his seat. On his way back, he quietly and quickly took the note from his boss. So as not to raise the prosecutor's attention, he read the top while his back was turned, it read, "Hand this to Mr. Templeman during a recess ONLY!"
Both men then sat quietly, watching the trial, even if John Holliday, the mystery man in the robes, sat quietly, not liking what he was seeing.