"That'll give me a chance to think of a really good one," Vette replied, smiling crookedly. "You've got me at a disadvantage, I bet you've had your battle on your mind since you thought of coming here in the first place."

She tilted her head a little.

"Two truths and a lie, then," she mused, drawing the words out. "Okay, I have them." She squared her shoulders. "I've been in jail fifteen times. I have three sisters. I've done work as a hired assassin."

You wanted her stories, Sidon. This was how she let you know exactly what kind of stories Vette had to offer.

"Which is the lie?"