General Kruten already had a full report on what Seskus had been up to the last couple of weeks. The information that was sealed away in his office safe was enough to warrant putting a bullet behind Seskus' ear and being done with the whole sordid affair. But because of Seskus, a president was dead, two of the service's best assets were lost, and the country was again on the brink. A point had to be made, even if would get out to the rank-and-file only as rumor and innuendo. The General watched for a time with mild interest. It was not like the old days. Now, interrogators were encouraged to use their imaginations. And there were doctors standing by to keep the prisoners alive, awake, and lucid. It was only when Seskus' eyes went wide at the sight of the power drill that Kruten took his leave. In his office, warm and safe, Kruten leaned back in his chair and took a sip of his lapsang souchong. The Jewish problem didn't seem to want to go away. Gorman had played her final role admirably, but an actual Yiddish girl might be better for the long haul. Kruten sat up, put his tea out of the way, and opened the dossier at the top of the pile. He studied the face of ... Linoy Lichtman.