Rumblings on Mount Olympus don’t affect the price of feta cheese in the agora. - Curtis C. Chen

Are we done here?" I ask. "I can come back later if you want to yell at me some more.

How does this organization even function?" I say. "Lasher isn't talking to you, we lost pretty much all of Intel last year, and State's keeping secrets from everyone—"
"This is a spy agency," Morris says. "We're basically state-sponsored professional liars."
I frown. "It sounds pretty unsavory when you put it like that."
"It's the truth. We do secret things every day of the week and twice on Sundays, and we can't talk about most of those things. You either learn to live with it, or you find a new job.

Of course, Jessica and I have already wandered pretty far from our original mission: what should have been a simple info buy has turned into the craziest road trip of all time, with a side of dysfunctional family reunion.