"How bad?" she asked.
I looked at her, and she wasn't angry now, wasn't pushing either, just wanted an honest answer. That was the part about Reese I never had to second guess.
"Bad enough that Dante isn't arguing with me."
That got a reaction, a small one, but it was there. She understood what that meant without me having to explain it.
"That's concerning."
"Yeah."
She looked away for a second and I knew she was thinking, because Reese always thought things through before she reacted. That was one of the reasons she was good at what she did, and right now I was grateful for it.
"What aren't you telling me?" she asked.
"A lot."
"That's not reassuring."
"It wasn't supposed to be."
Her eyes narrowed and I understood why. Every answer I gave created three new questions, and I wasn'
