Nicky Parsons impressed her in Berlin. She was out of her depth, but she held it together, even when Pam had been pumping her for all the information she could recall about Treadstone and Jason Bourne.
Pam can almost see the soft, almost doll-like face now. A porcelain lady, dark eyes hiding her thoughts, her expression controlled and neutral. Until she was asked about Bourne - then there’d been a flash of emotion, swiftly covered over. Surprise? Pam had thought so then.
With the benefit of hindsight, she wonders. (x)
