They stood at the door, both hesitant to enter.
"So," Eames said. "We're angry at each other?"
Goren nodded. "You think I'm inflating evidence; I think you're letting him off easy."
"...because he's rich. A jealousy thing."
He paused. "You think the trick's obvious?"
"Not to this guy." She grinned. "He thinks he's God's gift to women."
Goren lowered his voice. "You don't have to, um–"
Eames touched his arm. "It's okay. As long as he admits he knew about the payments to Mendosa."
He nodded again, frowned and thrust the interrogation room door open so hard it banged against the wall.
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