"Senior, that's not possible. Elinor is too straight-laced to pull something like that," her father said, rubbing his chin in deep thought. "I was so disappointed in her that I threw her into the C.I.B., believing she was hopeless. But if what you're saying is true… I might have to reconsider my plans for her."
He paused and narrowed his eyes, asking, "Who did Elinor supposedly kill?"
"The mutated rust worm that was occupying that kid Beyton's body," Atticus replied without hesitation. He didn't even need to check the surveillance tapes—though, even if he had, he wouldn't have found a shred of evidence. Dame Wasp had already taken care of that.
Thanks to the chaos, slipping into the local C.I.B. branch servers had been almost too easy for her. Truth be told, the curse tools and cores that Doctor Druid had scavenged weren't even the biggest haul of the night. The real prize? The classified data Dame Wasp had extracted from those servers.