I’ve known since March.

“And on the fourteenth of April you knocked on my door with blood on your clothes and no shoes on and told a guard at the gate that your name was Maya Sterling, and I opened that door and I recognized you inside four seconds.”

Maya stood up.

The stool went back.

“You hired me.”

“I did.”

“You put me in a room in your house and you never said a word—”

“For six weeks.