"Thank you Temmit, and believe me, I tried to think of any way around having to talk to you about my ...well whatever you want to call it," she sighed and turned around, facing the cot.
Without turning she continued, Temmit sensed a great deal of shame. "I need you to read the book my friend. In it, he writes of me and accounts every request I have made of him. Every single account of my using him to maneuver his guards throughout the city," she whispered.
She turned again, her face a bit more resolute. "We need to know why he did this, I need you to read between the lines, find out his motive, because it sure isn't spelled out."