Sorry, but - damn it, Bill, do we handle it straight or do we candy-ass our way around the issue?
Straight.
One of the kids from WFO asked her the usual battery of questions, and she said that she didn't tell anybody… well, maybe so, but who the hell did she call in Venezuela?  They re-checked going back a year, no such calls ever before.  The boy I left behind to run things did some further checking - the number she called is an apartment, and the phone there rang someplace in Colombia within a few minutes of Moira's call.
Oh, God. Shaw shook his head.  From anyone else he would merely have felt anger, but Moira had worked with the Director since before he'd returned to D.C., from his command of the New York Field Division! I know that Lostris would not leave without you, anyway!