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Beale sat down, preening with a silver badge all shiny on the lapel of his dark suit. His face was calm, but his eyes gloated and his surface thoughts overflowed with malevolence. All aimed at me. He sat down and I didn’t miss the way Jenni edged her chair slightly away from him. Then Beale looked at me and gave me the barest hint of a smile, his brain broadcasting loud and clear: he was the one in control now.