She closed her eyes, hoping to short-circuit the frustration rising within her. He didn’t understand. But then, how could she expect him to? If she told him her suspicions he might think more kindly of her, or he might not. His suspicion was deeply ingrained. She wasn’t ready to tell anybody anything yet. If she were wrong, she’d be betraying confidences unnecessarily. Now, if Sam had asked her directly . . . But he hadn’t. And she didn’t owe Dodger drek.