Bad thoughts drifted down from the treetops as it got darker outside, interrupting my hopeful reflection on the progress I'd made in at least discovering what had happened to her before we met. I realized that I had been drawing spirals in the dirt, circles within circles, strange whirling designs and patterns carved out of nothingness as I focused on connecting the dots of information that Partain had given me with what the informant had filled me in on, and connecting that information with what she had remembered herself, before she vanished. I looked over at Janine8, sleeping soundly on the grass, curled up in a ball. "I guess that we should start putting it all on the table," Hunter said, to my surprise, putting his hands out across the concrete slab as a means of illustrating his point. "What makes you think that we haven’t already?" I asked him, raising my voice. Janine stirred but didn't wake up. "It’s not that I don’t trust either of you, but you have to keep in mind that the circumstances in which we met are… somewhat questionable. A couple of hours ago, we were in a car chase. Somebody was shooting at us. I need to know what they were chasing you for. Or her. Or if you have no idea, then I need to know that as well. Because they could have been after me." Hunter was a really talkative guy, all of a sudden, and it seemed like he had a lot more to say to me after making a loaded statement like that.