An eyebrow arched in question, the only mark of Vivian's surprise. "Unhappy," she repeated, brushing aside the request for a court order. If the other woman proved as resolute in keeping their secrets, the state should have no problem.
Vivian rounded the table and moved to sit in the chair opposite. Time to level. "There will be no court order. There will be no paper trail to this conversation. As far as either one of us is concerned, this will have never happened. You tell me what I need to know and we both go home happy. Or you prevaricate and I arrange a one-way trip for you to a place without windows." She smiled. "I'm not screwing around."