We stay like that for twenty minutes, just holding each other. Then reality intrudes, and we have to get up, get dressed, and get moving.
The internet café is exactly what I expected - rows of computers, Korean drama playing on TV, an elderly woman at the counter who doesn't speak much English and doesn't care who we are.
We pay for two hours. Sit at computers in the back corner where we can see the door.
I access the dark web using protocols Elliot taught me months ago. Navigate to the dead drop location.
And there it is, Elliot's database. Encrypted but using a key only Katherine and I would know - my grandmother's birthday combined with Katherine's mother's maiden name.
The file is massive, it's years of Commission documentation.
Katherine pulls her chair close, our shoulders touching as we read.
"Jesus Christ," she breathes. "This is everything. Financial records, communications, organizational charts-"
