Chapter Thirteen Page 9
Voting BICP would be a good start.
Bennett: How did you–?
Cybele! You let it slip, didn’t you?!
Bennett: Well, there’s no point in hiding it now, after you’ve already spilled the —
Cohen: She didn’t “spill” anything. We got almost nothing out of her. It was remarkable, really.
Bennett: Then how could you have . . . ?
Cohen: Educated guess. Until a minute ago, I was still hoping it was wrong.
Cohen: Have I mentioned how everything in this room is being taped?
Bennett: . . . What do I need to do for you to keep this under wraps?
Cohen: Why, if it isn’t the smartest thing you’ve said all day.