“We have to report this.” “No.” Joe grasped her wrist, holding back her phone in his gentle but firm grip. “Joe, Bishop is communicating.” “I know.” “HQ might be able to help.” “I know exactly what kind of help the Company will provide.” “Oh, come on. They wouldn’t—” “You know they would, Hannah. They’ll lock Riley up. They’ll study her. They’ll push this research as far as it will go.” “But we’ll be there. We can protect her.” “We’ll vanish. They’ll see to it.”
