I shrug. Out the corner of my eye, I see Argent gesture with metal fingers. He’s keeping a timer on the conversation, and I’ve already burned twenty seconds of the two minutes we’ve budgeted as safe. "Maybe the questions themselves would change your mind," I point out. "Like, ‘How would the stock market and business community react to the revelation that a Telestrian company is testing biowarfare agents in downtown Seattle?"’ I grin. "Sure, there are some mitigating factors, but I don’t think your average eager shadowsnoop’s going to care too much about them. Or the news media either."