" I'll be a son of a bitch," Patrick said.Aidan could barely make his eyes move, forcing them from the papers onto him. " What?" “I make a living, even life and death judgments, by reading peoples' body language, their raw reactions to situations. And I'd almos swear you've never seen those documents before." " Well," Aidan said, swallowing hard, calculating what fame and money had cost him. " I'd say you're damn good at your job, because I haven't. "