Alice sat in the warm confines of the armor-glass cabin and sipped scalding coffee from a can. She finished a report that covered her meeting with Charles Takamatsu and forwarded it to Toko; she didn’t know if he would send it to the FBI so she kept the details to a bare minimum. If Xavi was correct, and the FBI MI was compromised, she could no longer trust any form of digital communications. It seemed the gangs had it right; if something was worth saying, it was worth saying in person.