He was vomiting information. Abby kept egging him on, mirroring his sentences, pulling him further with simple open-ended questions, trying to judge his tone. Will listened in on the conversation, occasionally turning to Summers, instructing her, as she frantically scribbled on the board. Information and time were a negotiator’s oxygen, and Abby was getting both. At first, when Luther had said that Gabrielle had told him something, she’d assumed Gabrielle had told him in an interview. But then she realized he meant that Gabrielle had posted it on her page.
