Sonatina paused for a few seconds and then leaned forward. “That’s fine, but you did ask me what I think. If you cannot even talk about your mother, will not your memories of her taint your consideration of the case? Someone obviously is messing with your head. Could it be this Pardus?”

Huxley stared at Sonatina a long time while she just smiled gently back at him. It was an image he would never forget and a statement that would continue to haunt him.