“We can’t discuss what we need to here,” Fox pleaded.
Fox knew more than anyone why they didn’t trust him. It had taken him a long time to open up to his fellow MindHacks, although it was hard to see through his easy-going attitude. They really didn’t know much about one another IRL, and Fox could be anyone.
He managed, at least, to talk them into meeting in the Public domain. This was another chat room, similar to the first, but had a more comfortable air and was designed mostly in brown and tan. It looked to be a little café, with tiny, round tables and metal chairs that had plump cushions for seats.
“We can’t go to a Private domain, not when our last position was compromised,” Mrs. Parks said. “We have no idea how they found us, much less how they found King’s physical body.”
“Yes, there might be a traitor in our midst,” Simon added, glaring at Fox.
“You think it’s me.”
“He doesn’t think it’s you!” Joanne shot Simon a quelling glance.