Solomon stood and started to pace in front of the girl, waving the file folder in one hand as he spoke.
“I need a Pusher who is so good that I can’t tell she’s a Pusher. I need someone who can lie so well that no one would even suspect that she has the skill, even when she’s using it against them.” He stopped pacing and looked intently at her. “I need you to Push for me, just once, and then you can go free. If you don’t… well, your other choices aren’t favourable.”
Amanda didn’t answer him, but her mind was whirling. This was a new tactic, for sure. Was he trying to get her to demonstrate her skill so that he had the excuse he needed to execute her? She flicked her eyes up to the cameras in the corners of the room near the ceiling. If she Pushed too hard in this place, she was dead.
“They’re switched off, Amanda. No one is watching. Even Brant is gone.”
Amanda turned and looked behind her and saw that Solomon was right. The metal door was open, but Brant wasn’t in sight. Ghost, she thought. She turned back.
“I’m not a Pusher,” she said at last. “Let me go.”
Solomon shook his head and settled back into the chair. “Yes you are. We both know it. Let me speak plainly.” He looked intently at her, his dark eyes boring into her blue ones. “If you don’t help me, we’re going to kill you today. If you do help me, you’ll be able to leave here freely tomorrow. That’s all.”
Amanda considered. He certainly was speaking plainly, and she knew there couldn’t be an audio feed on those cameras or he would never have said that. The CPD monitored everything in these rooms. She doubted he would have spoken even if the video feed was live for fear of having someone read his lips. She was starting to feel hope trickling up again.
“Why do you want me to Push?” she asked finally. Nothing to lose, she thought.
He smiled again. “I think it’s more important to know whom I want you to Push.”
He handed her a photograph from inside his uniform jacket’s pocket. It showed a woman in her late thirties, serious-looking and professionally dressed. She was posing for the camera, and the backdrop was one of those artificial drapes like you see in school photos.
“Melissa Clement. She’s an entrepreneur and a politician. Her platform involves reforming and dismantling the CPD, and she’s about to make a speech that will put a lot of pressure on the government to fold up my Division. I want you to change her speech, and I don’t want her to know that you’ve done it.”
Amanda had a sinking feeling in her stomach. What Solomon was asking wasn’t supposed to be possible.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” she told him. “Everyone knows you can’t Push someone without them knowing it.”
He cocked his head to one side. “I know you can,” he said, and the certainty in his voice chilled Amanda. “I know that if you’re given enough time, anything is possible for you.”