Vivian leaned forward with both forearms on the desk. "Don't you watch the news? There is a regional crisis going on. I'd call it national, but let's face it. There's something very wrong with Seattle, isn't there? The problem is in our backyard. Worse, it's in your backyard, Ms Spencer. So to speak."
She leaned back again, her spine ached. "You have heard of the House of Spades, I presume?"