As he dialled, Gibbs sidled up to Atta. “Are you fucking him then?” he whispered accusatorily. Atta elbowed him in the ribs. “Stop talking.” “It’s a fair question,” he spat, rubbing at his side. Whirling on him, Atta spat right back, “Is this why you wouldn’t fucking look at me the last few weeks? You’re part of Agamemnon?”
