I ran my hands along the leather seat of the official The Committee vehicle I was sitting in, as I waited for Chiron to emerge from Guest Accommodations, and I told myself to be calm. She was retrieving the mini - tablet from our room. A tablet that I’d intentionally removed from her bag. It was the only way I could think of to get a moment alone. She was always hovering, always listening, and I needed to have a word with our chauffeur, Gale, in private. I breathed out a long slow breath of air; it was my attempt to expel the nerves that were threatening to overtake what little calm I had managed to hold on to. It was important for me to keep it together. It was important for me to figure out what was really happening inside The Committee.
Gale stood near me, just outside the vehicle. He
