I hope he's wrong

Apparently pathological liars have some kind of fundamental difference in their brains. Pathological liars just can't help telling lies, and presumably they get some sort of kick out of it. I don't know if a lie detector would be able to notice that -- I mean, they measure physical reactions that underlie nervousness, right? but excitement's just another kind of arousal. It's the poeple who don't react at all to lying who can pass a lie detector test.

I don't know why I'm rabbiting on about that, except I'm thinking about lying. I know Mike's good at telling when people are lying, but he's not infallible.

He's good at tracking too, but ... I don't think he'd make that sort of mistake.

Shit. I don't want to think about this.

Don't think I'm going to have a choice though. Leanne's going to be here soon. I'm really not looking forward to that. She freaked when Mike told us. Why did he have to do it that way? Why didn't he just tell me?

Okay, that's stupid. Then I'd have had to tell her. That would have been worse. Well, for me.

I can't believe I'm thinking about me. Maybe I just don't want to think about what Mike said.

At least he found Leanne's grandmother.