Mr. Rainey spoke up. He had the drawl of an old-time Florida cracker. "I reckon you know that we have a lot of data on you and your husband. This is no sudden decision on our part, Mrs. Webster. We know your abilities—we’ve even seen the work you did, on that safehouse where we’ve been protecting you." He smiled. "We like your attitude. To put it short, we believe in you. We know how you had to fight within Rizome, to get a chance to build your Lodge and put your ideas into practice. With us, you’d have no such fight. We know how to leave creative people to their work."