**Stacey**
Seeing Jenine’s ghastly, bloodied, scarred face seemed to confirm that the senator’s self-sacrifice was not far-sighted, her sudden escape belied her supposed bravery, and that she was constantly scouting nearby, did not bode well for her freedom from obsessions. Plus, it startled a naked inmate with a collar chained to a wing desk in Shawn’s tent.
I had to change my opinion. Deborah put the cell phone to my ear and started the video. Jenine may not have believed in her ability to make it far from here, but at the same time, she learned something that we could use to torment our tormentors. What else would I be here for but to do her bidding?
It was clear to Deborah that when the Heirs saw her enter the tent, she had to wait for Shawn, but maybe that also meant she was ready for him.
“Good evening ma’am.” He greeted her from the darkness outside, and when he stopped, his face was only half-lit by the lamp inside. “You should know about the traitors in our expedition…” Deborah addressed him familiarly. I could hear the urgency but not the politeness. “Have Foster and Nadella woken up yet?”