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The Truth About Lying
Vincent came in carrying coffee and a stack of newspapers under one arm.
He looked exhausted.
The interviews had aged him. He had spent two days trying to explain that truth without mercy could become violence, while every host tried to force him into saying whether Henry Talbot was a hero or a terrorist.
“They don’t want moral arguments,” Vincent said, setting the cups down. “They want a villain clean enough to hate.”
Henry gave a small laugh.
“That used to be my job.”
“Yes,” Vincent said. “You were very good at it.”
Claire’s phone buzzed.
She read the message and softened.
“Mrs. Patterson says you did the right thing.”
Henry frowned. “Mrs. Patterson?”
“Mom’s friend. Lost her pension years ago when Enron collapsed. She says someone should have done this then.”
“One person,” Henry said. “It’s not one.”
She showed him her phone. Messages. Hundreds of them. Some hateful.
Some grateful. Some both.
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