" Holy cow, there it is again.... Did you know that you actually have two different voices when you say contradictory stuff like that? I need to run a stress analysis there, I bet that could screw up vocal IDs." Kevin leaned back in his chair and put a sock-clad foot on Oscar’s bed. Kevin was taking developments rather easily, Oscar thought. Then again, Kevin had witnessed this phenomenon among the Haitians. He’d had time to get used to the concept.