Fresco didn't know what to say. Or even why she was accusing him. He didn't get a chance to fight for himself.

Daniel grabbed her and spun her around, so much anger on his face she flinched back from him like he struck her.

"I'm done with this, Gen," he said, his voice quiet, but so intense it carried. "No more, you hear me? That kid was a plant. The Garbagemen set us up. It's no more Fresco's fault than yours."

She didn't say a word. Not like he gave her much of ...