He smiled that mirthless sneer of his, like a sociopath.
"It would not do to have it go out raw," he told me. Leering.
"I suppose not," I said, for something to say.
We were discussing the Incident, one of many Hess handled. It was only history, he said sometimes, compiled by an historian.
Why was he talking to me, a reporter, and not even the dreamer, just the assumed first-person part of the story? It was because he and Kaufman thought I was from Medical Records when I had only been cleared by them to come here. Perhaps they had not been wise to trust Hess after all. This was turning into another incident.