Flashback ( PDFDrive )

useful from the fakes, or the fact that they’d been counting on the
caches to become a huge lead.
“It’s okay to hate me,” Keefe said from the doorway.
He looked rumpled and pale and like he couldn’t decide if he
wanted to cry or punch someone.
Or maybe he really wanted to punch himself.
He tore his hands through his hair, destroying what was left of his
careful style. “That was the one thing I thought I did right. But I guess
I messed it up—and don’t try to make me feel better, Foster. You
know I don’t deserve it.”
“Oh joy, it’s going to be a long night of sulky-boy angst,” Ro
groaned as she shoved Keefe aside and stomped into the room.
“Quick, who wants to trade jobs with me?”
Keefe ignored her, tilting his head back and staring at the ceiling.
“Fintan’s good. His emotions always felt normal when I asked about
the caches. A little nervous. A little suspicious. Exactly the way he
would’ve felt if they were real.”
“You’re not the only one he fooled,” Magnate Leto reminded him.
“Bronte’s been working with Fintan on the caches for weeks, and he
hasn’t noticed anything strange.”
“Neither have I,” Dex admitted.
“Wait,” Sophie said, wishing she could sit up more. Her lounge-y
position wasn’t great for thinking, especially after taking so much
medicine.
“Since Fintan knew the caches weren’t real when he made that
bargain with the Council,” she said slowly, “that voids their
agreement, right?”