"Traitor," he mutters of Maxwell and takes out his phone to text her exactly that. But Kepler gives him some good incentive, considering that he makes it much stronger than Jacobi. The younger man always ends up drowning it in creamer.

"Already on it, boss," he tells him, kicking his feet up onto the deck and leaning back, pulling his laptop close to parse through what was sent to him.

But after a while, he starts looking worried, chewing on his thumbnail.