The possibility of compromised cover got an exagerrated (if affectionate) eye-roll, though it wasn't exactly aimed at Will. More like the turn the conversation had taken. “Between the two of us, cover's about as compromised as a quilt with every second square gone. But hey---” She flicked both hands out, mock-indignant at the chuckle.

“That's unfair, but I'm not going to get into this now because we'll be bickering for like, an hour, and this kid should be back to his mom sooner rather than later.” Sam glanced back at Will, offering the boy an apologetic smile. “Last couple of questions?”