Kieran grabbed his notebook and quill from his desk and led the way to the conference room; he plopped into the chair across from Dempsey and crossed his legs at the ankle. Some things were swiftly becoming clear to him — namely, that Dempsey thought he knew more about this situation than he actually did. Kieran tapped his quill against the notepad, deciding how best to approach this very swiftly.

"She told your brother very little," Kieran said, "I suppose she was trying to keep it vague for her own purposes. How would you describe her?"