"You're saying he's holed up in one of these places?" she asked.
Jacques shook his head, though his focus remained locked on his findings. "I'm saying these are our best leads right now. They're not guarantees... but it's better than nothing."
Siobhàn leaned back again and crossed her arms, eyes still on the screen as if willing herself to memorize everything there. She hated how much effort it took not to call him out for hedging every damn sentence with disclaimers about this being uncertain or incomplete or whatever other bullshit excuse he had ready if this fell apart later.
"So which one do we hit first?" she asked after a minute.
Jacques turned away from the screen for just long enough to glance at her—a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face before he turned back again and resumed typing. "That depends on how fast you want me dead."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
