Beka weighed the data she had available. "Another time, I'll offer you something more congenial to drink, then." She smirked. Familiar footing, this. "All right. We've been talking. You know where I sit.

"You, the long game. Parker and her girls, not so much. Me, instrumental and feeling hella trapped. I want this fixed. I think you can do it, and I think I can help. As proof of good faith, I'll tell you upfront that I'm reasonably certain your email and voicemail are not secure." A wry smile tinged with bitter anger flashes across her face. "And not just from the Administration."