Kelsey retreated to the sofa facing the TV and pulled out her phone.
The last she'd heard, Robert was stable but still in critical condition. She texted Samuel for an update, then spent a few moments checking her emails. There wasn't much of note in her inbox for the senator's office, and everything in her FBI email was fairly standard fare. Their team was taking no chances. Nothing was emailed or discussed via unsecure methods. And even then, each person or team was saying as little as possible.
She understood the need. They'd had too many leaks. Their mole was too-well hidden in plain sight. It made for a lonely and stressful work environment.
Screw that.
Kelsey tapped out a message and sent it to the girl group. Since Diha had made them their own little secure channel via her app, there was no cause for concern.
I'm going to need a lot of margaritas when this is over.
She smiled at the message.
Almost immediately, Felecia's name popped up with writing animations next to it.