"Don't be naive, Jack. You claim to spy and spy alone, but a spy does not decide what to do with his information. Your friends may not die, but many others will. Do not delude yourself."

"And write, if it so pleases you," was the bored answer, although inwardly Emma was screaming and resisting the urge to smash the poor, much-battered phone against the wall. "I won't be writing back."

"I can't handle wondering if it's going to come back to me with a condolence letter from your Sebastien."

At which point, all Jack would get was dead-air. Emma had hung-up.