He studied Frankie as he spoke, just absorbing the information, sparse as it was. If the organization was big enough -and the marks Frankie bore really could indicate a small close-knit group or something more sprawling and bureaucratic- it was entirely possible that there were others in his situation that he didn't know about, keeping them away from each other would keep them from banding together, it would prevent an uprising.

He made a quiet sound in the back of his throat, clearly thinking something over, but what he asked was: "Will I regret asking how you know that for certain?"