More silence. I could hear her breathing. Thinking. Calculating odds I couldn't begin to guess at.
"Your father and I have history. Did you know that?"
"No."
"He tried to recruit me once. Years ago. When I was still active in the field." Her voice carried something old. Something sharp. "I declined. He didn't take it well. Made certain implications about what might happen if I ever interfered in Angelo Corporation business."
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have called. I'll figure something else out."
"I didn't say no." A pause. "I said he implied consequences. He never specified what those consequences might be. Which suggests he wasn't entirely confident he could deliver on them."
"Laurana..."
"Give me the coordinates. I'll make some calls. No promises. But I still have contacts in places your father hasn't managed to buy. People who owe me favors significant enough that a minor corporate skirmish wouldn't register as repayment."
