Arching an eyebrow, Gretchen took a long sip of her drink, deliberately taking her time responding. Where was Tracey going with this? The other woman knew that Gretch and Trev's work wasn't always above board, legally, and she'd always made it a point to not ask too many questions. "I'm aware of it," she said, after a moment, signalling the bartender and ordering a whiskey, her usual. "Theoretically, of course. Why?"