'Are you telling me that your contacts haven't been ill?' Emelie asked leaning back in her chair. 'Or are you talking about other things?'
She smiled as she took a sip of her butterbeer. 'Not confirming that you are right about who I work for, do you really think I give away information for nothing more than protection?'
'Playing it risky will cost you a bit more than that,' she said, though she couldn't deny that she was interested. She was sick of being hung to dry because Nott had a wife and a kid now.