Reece said nothing for several moments. The wariness I'd sensed in him earlier was still present, a wispy cloud imprisoned by restraint. He seemed to be fighting it. I waited in silence, my fingers crossed.

“I’ll make you a deal,” he said at last.

What? Now, I was wary. “A deal?”

“Most of what I know is classified,” he went on, “but there are some small details I can share without violating my officer oath. I will tell you as much as I can....