“Traitor?” Foster says the word with laughter.
“That’s what someone who gives information to the enemy is called, right? You don’t have a different word for it in mass society, do you?”
A head shake is all she gets from him until he frowns deeply, standing quickly as someone emerges from the trees behind me.
“Lindsay?” he says disbelievingly. I turn to see his wife, the president’s daughter, standing in the shadows, flanked by two guys in black.
“Hi.” Her hand moves in a curt wave, mouth smiling without showing teeth. She looks like she’s ready for a fight, eyes on her husband, who approaches her with quick steps and what appears to be a flashpoint temper.
“What the hell are you doing here?” he hisses as he pulls her away from us, the security guys moving away to give them privacy, but scanning the area closely.
“Emma’s with Jane,” she says, heading him off before the obvious interrogation. “But I realized something.” She looks at Kina openly.
“What?” he snaps.
“Her. She’s the key to it all.” One finger aims straight at Kina, who turns.
“Yes. You. I have an idea for how you can bring it all down.”