"Thanks, Jen." Dean meant it. "We'll meet somewhere else. I'll give you the info and let us know when you're ready. We don't want to get you in shit. Thanks again. We'll take you and your guy out sometime. Dinah loves double dates." He didn't say more than that; instead he just hung up and texted the information. Names, addresses, everything that he could comfortably fit on the small screen.
"She'll do what she can." He looked at the corkboard again. "Government is her last name. Something about her world, name is their job." He smirked; he'd never realized it, but their name did fit what they did. Sort of.