"Then what does he want," Ziko said.
The room looked at me, which told me that somehow, in the weeks since the birth, I had become the person the room looked at when it needed an answer that wasn't in Mitch's data.
I looked at the letter.
At paragraph four.
"Ask him," I said.
"Neva—" Silo started.
"In person. Here. Our witnesses. Our location. Our terms." I looked at Ryke. "He asked. We answer by setting the conditions and watching how he responds to them. If he takes any of them, changes any of them, tries to negotiate any piece of our control over the meeting — we know it's a trap." I paused. "If he accepts everything without question, we take the meeting."
Ryke held my gaze.
"You're sure," he said.
"No," I said honestly. "But Corva said he lost before. I want to know what the l
