Still, Frank could hardly blame Sally once he thought about it-she was raised in a single family, and by a terrible father at that.

But while she might think differently from others, did she have to stray that far?

Sighing, he said, “I can understand if you want to swindle the enemy, making them think that you care for nothing, so that they won’t hurt your mother because of you. But if that’s not the case, I’ll be honest… I must change my opinion of you.” Sally snorted. “What? Perhaps you think a person who doesn’t care for their mommy is cruel and cold-blooded, and being friends with them makes you a villain too?”

“If you understand that, why can’t you change?”

Sally completely ignored the question. “Jouri Yelin wasn’t lying. You can go after Hector Clet, and I’d suggest you do it right away.”

“You came just to tell me that?”

“Why else would I be here?” Sally shrugged. “Now that we’ve got that out of the way, shall we get down to business? Just pretend I’m a bar hostess and do whatever you like…”