In the final analysis, Anej had to admit Shakvial would have won that bet. The debriefing, which was in truth an interrogation, they were forced to endure lasted only two hours and five minutes, far better than anything he’d expected. Shakvail helped. Contrary to his expectations the Jedi seemed to know exactly when to stay silent, when to speak, and precisely what to say when it came time to answer. He’d lived on Denon all his life, and had family in politics for most of it, but could not come close to matching such polish. “Laster Iringe,” she whispered, staring straight ahead into traffic.