“Wait, wait, wait,” Jill interrupted, holding up her hand before Haze had managed to finish his first sentence. She sat bolt upright on her seat, Blake observed, hawkish and imposing, her voice stern and her eyes hard.
“Why were they doin’ a swim-through in the first place?” she demanded.
Everyone turned back to Haze.
“Because they wanted to?” he answered, sardonically, defensively. “How should I know?”
“And you let them?” she shrilled.
There was the sound of people shifting uncom