He’d apparently had a little forewarning contact with the government official they met with and Willow was relieved to discover that he seemed to take the information very seriously. As they stood up to shake hands with the government agent, Del asked her to go outside while he talked to the agent alone. There hadn’t been time to protest—he practically frog-marched her to the door, closing it firmly behind her. She’d fumed outside in the corridor, pacing back and forth for a full twenty minutes before it opened and Del strode past, taking her hand without breaking stride and towing her toward the front of the building. “What was all that about?” she demanded, as they pushed through the front door out into the bright sunshine. “Just filling them in on a few background details. Nothing that concerns you,” he said dismissively, waving down a taxi and hustling her inside. “Nothing that concerns me? Are you out of your freakin’ mind? Tell me one thing relating to Trèago in the last two years that hasn’t concerned me!”
