Elgin

  *It’s not about you, it is Zephyr. He’s looking for an angle to discredit her, he thinks she introduced you to her disreputable friends and that Zeph isn’t the goody two shoes she makes out, that last is from a note on his laptop,* Cutter snorted in relief.

  Elgin turned, “Chuck, I imagine that you are looking for leverage in your internal political games. Am I right?”

  Charles lowered his voice, “I think the tribe would be very upset if they heard you’d been having sex with prostitutes on their dime during your big adventure. They will be doubly unhappy to hear that their golden girl lawyer facilitated your adventures and that she’s rather more involved with prostitution in New York than she lets on.”

  *Isn’t he taking a risk pushing this here, what if I’m recording this?*

  *I am recording this Elgin, but he’s got a little audio jammer, ultrasonic device that will muck up the microphones in small personal devices. A very nice piece of technology by the way.* The Iffrit said in a somewhat condescending tone.