Malcolm was slowly starting to develop his own suspicions, not the least of which was that just possibly he was being played; Damon's advice to not trust anything as far as Rex was concerned had made an impact. (Why he felt he could trust Damon at all was another story—it would be more accurate, perhaps, to say that at this juncture his instinct told him to distrust Damon less.)

Not that he was going to give any of these thoughts away to Ana. He merely listened with an appropriately sympathetic expression and tsked a bit when she'd finished. "What a fucking mess, eh? What exactly did you do, if you don't mind my asking?" Pause. "Strictly off the record, that is."