“Who heard?” Beckett more calmly says, “Our baby sister.” Tom groans. Eliot loosens his grip on the weapon. “Hasn’t she learned that loose lips sink the Cobalt ships?” “She’s sixteen,” Beckett says. “That’s old enough,” Charlie snaps, then tells me, “Audrey told Winona, Vada, and Kinney, and then they told me.” “They wanted to see his reaction,” Beckett says to me, “but we knew it’d reach everyone in a matter of minutes.”

