"Winnie," said Milgrim, his voice catching. "She’s a ... cop." This last emerging, Hollis thought, as though he were having to confess, in utmost seriousness, to having had a conversation, or perhaps some more intimate exchange, with some other species entirely. "Well, sort of a cop. Worse, probably. A DCIS agent." He pronounced this "deesis," and she had no idea what it meant.