"Yeah, I’m stupid." She stood up. "I cry. I have a big mouth, I have no operational discretion at all, and that’s why I hang out here in the ass end of nowhere, instead of with a real life in some real city, where some good-looking male cop can wheedle it all out of me, and yank a bunch of my former friends out of their condos and bust them all on a terror-and-sabotage rap. I’m a born sucker, I’m a real moron." She sighed. "Look, if we’re gonna do this at all, let’s get it over with quick before anybody sees us, because it’s a really sick and twisted thing for me to do to you, and Greg has got a big jealous bone."