"What was that about?"
"He thinks I'm clever," Emma said.
"And cute," Jeff added, for the record. "And what's that you got there?"
Jo-Anne waved the sheet over Emma's head. "Proof that the skeleton is Uncle Earl."
The exotic woman looked at the three on the couch. "We're going to free someone."
There was a pause.
"Free someone?" Emma then asked. "Free how? From where?"
"This is a bit of a... sensitive issue. From a prison."
"What? No way, I'm not in on this," Emma said, getting up. "I can't do that with my job, remember? I'm a-"
"*Sit down*."
Emma sat down. She couldn't help it. Fear rose up inside her and suddenly her back felt clammy.