You're the most amazing liar I've ever met." But Kenny heard no more.

He stumbled out of the sitting room and slammed the door.
There was a lamp burning in his bedroom.

Kenny walked the floor in anger and humiliation, his fingers clenched as usual in his hair.

Back there in the studio with Whitaker's arraignment ringing in his ears, he had been conscious of a terror he refused to face, a curious inner crash of something vital to his peace of mind.

And he had fought it back for days, plunging into the relief of penance with a gasp of hot content.
Now Adam, sitting in separate judgment, had reached out into the void and linked himself to Whitaker--to Brian, to Garry--and his barbs stung.