Instead of answering, I put a finger to my lips and shut down my phone, motioning for her to do the same. Who knew what tabs Mr. Cybersecurity kept on his wife?

For good measure, I locked up both of our cells in Eleanor's office, along with my laptop to really nail that paranoia. The graphic designer wasn't in, but we had each other's keys. Feeling that I'd secured our environment as best as I could, I returned to my office and indicated Nicola should speak.

"I want to ...