"Did you." The first crack in her calm, or rather a drop in the temperature, a bit of air going out of the room. "So you're mixed up with them." She didn't really care which them it was. The local staff at the Agency warned her about the gangs, and she was grimly unsurprised that all of this had something to do with them.

"He trusted you," she said. The second crack, a roughness on the word trusted. Then, practically an afterthought: "I trusted you."

And you took advantage of us both, she thought but didn't say. Didn't need to.