“He’s still in Washington DC,” Patrick said as the three of us gathered on two.

“If Lorna is right, this can’t go on. And I’m not taking any more chances with Araneae’s friends,” I said, spinning one of the chairs, straddling it, and leaning forward on the back.

“What about Judge Landers?” Reid asked. “Araneae said she wants to meet with her.”

I nodded. “Yes, when the judge met with me, she asked to speak to Araneae.”

“I ...