Mara set up the rig. The live indicator blinked at the corner of her view, insistently red. She could have recorded and sold the story to one outlet, kept the money quiet and the fallout contained. Instead, she angled the camera so Decker’s hands trembled in frame and fed the memos into the machine. The chat exploded, speculation spiraling into theory. Someone donated enough credits for her to answer questions. Someone else asked for Decker’s name. A few requested that she press him for a list of people who might be implicated.