Carlotta narrowed her eyes. "Marriage certificates—divorces—charge cards, names, addresses, phones.... Newspapers, scanned over twenty, thirty years, by computers, for every single mention of your name.... I’ve seen their dossier on you. On Laura Webster. All kinds of photos, tapes, hundreds of thousands of words." Carlotta paused. "It’s really weird.... I know you so well, I feel like I’m inside your head, in a way. Sometimes I know what you’ll say even before you say it, and it makes me laugh."