She stirred. "Yes, Tom?"
"If you're not asleep, can we take a couple more minutes to talk?"
"Of course." I sat up and reached for the light switch, but she said, "Must we have the lights? The Moon is very bright."
"Sure." I sat on the edge of the couch and reached for a cigarette. "Can I offer you a deal, Rena?"
"What sort of deal?"
"A horsetrade. You think the Company is corrupt and your father is not a casualty, right?"
"Correct, Tom."