<<I'd probably deserve the sulk>>, Jack thought at her.

After only a moment's more hesitation, he let himself remember. Pictured the confrontation in Mitchell's office, the phone calls, the horrible moments on the street with Becka and Lauren, the gloomy aftermath. He was brief about it, but complete, and, while he didn't dwell on Mitchell's face, he also made no special effort to conceal it.

"So," he said, feeling curiously lighter when he was done despite his concerns as to how she'd taken it all. "That was -- that."