“Thank you.” She said in a hoarse whisper. “Nothing.” She glanced at her other arm sitting upright on Montague’s side table. XXX She knew that the tech was something that had been explored but development was abandoned. Cait understood that. Flight logs. And when Max hadn’t been able to answer his questions he’d thrown her to the wolves. Cait was overwhelmed with guilt that it had been Max taken and not her, that she had done nothing to stop it, that she couldn’t even reach out and comfort the closest thing she had to a friend in this hostile space. “What do you think?” Max challenged, his face distraught as she looked up at Cait. Max was sobbing, curled up on her side with her face in her hands.
