#Chapter 64: Satisfaction in the Shower

"I can't imagine who the mole could be, though," I said as Charles, for what seemed like the hundredth time, made me lean over and let him inspect my upper arm. We were on my couch, going over the day with a half-dozen cupcakes. I let him press his lips against the place where slight bruises had formed, loving that he rumbled in anger every time he saw them again. "I mean, all the editors and writers seem like they're loyal to the company and the cause. I can't imagine anyone betraying the city workers like that." Charles shook his head. "You never know what might happen. An accidental slight, a squeeze in the financial situation, resentment and rifts are easy to create." "But it has to be someone in that room, right? Where else would someone get both information about what was planned the next day and know that I was going to be without Elliot?" "I'm unhappy to think that it's one of mine, but you're right. There's not many more choices." He sighed and sat back. "