the archaeologist woman, and he found Anna a disappointment. He was wrong. She was more now than she had ever been. But she would learn all she could from him.
Morden picked up a case on the floor beside him and looked to the liberators. Anna did the same. To her surprise, the liberator who had been watching lowered his head, joining in the rapid conversation, leaving Anna and Morden on their own. The liberators were still concerned about the battle they'd lost.
Morden followed her from the chamber, and she spoke to him as they walked. "Why did you call me Sheridan instead of Anna?"
"That's what I used to call you. You and the other archaeologists liked to call one another by your last names. You felt it distinguished you from the IPX executives, who used first names as if they were your friends, when they really weren't."
"And you were really her friend?"
He turned his head away, and Anna was reminded of Justin's instruction to turn away when she described the accident to John. "Not a very good one," Morden said, "but yes, I was. She made me her friend."
"Then you can tell me what I need to know. So I can control John Sheridan."
Morden's head turned back, and his dark eyes again studied her, and he nodded.
When they reached her chamber, Morden dismissed the technicians waiting there, saying they needed to be alone.
He questioned her, at first, to discover how much she knew. Next he told her about herself: who she had been, what she had believed, how she had behaved. As he spoke, he rubbed his forehead periodically. Sometimes she didn't understand, and she had to question him. That made him angry, and as her questions increased, the answers drove out of him with more and more force, until his smooth voice poured