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admit, it would be fine to turn over Umbrella’s private files to the press,” John said. “Download all of their shitty little secrets and pass them out to every paper in the country.”
    They were all nodding, and although she thought it might take a little more time to get used to the idea, Rebecca knew that the decision had been made.
    It seemed that they were going to Utah.
    * * *
    If anyone had expected Trent to be overjoyed at the news, they would have been deeply disappointed. When David called him back to the cabin and told him that they would go to the new testing facility, Trent only nodded, that same enigmatic smile on his lined and weathered face.
    “Here are the coordinates for the site,” Trent said, pulling a slip of paper from his front pocket. “There are also several numerical codes listed, one of which will provide entry—although the keypad may be hard to find. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to narrow it down any further.”
    Leon watched as David took the paper from Trent, as Trent walked back out to tell the pilot, wondering why it was that he couldn’t stop thinking about Ada. Since Trent’s little speech about White Umbrella, memories of Ada Wong’s skill and beauty, echoes of her deep, sultry voice had been haunting Leon. It wasn’t a conscious thing, or at least not at first. It was that something about the man reminded him of her; maybe that supreme self-confidence, or that hint of sly smile—
    —and at the end, before that crazy woman shot her, I accused her of being an Umbrella spy—and she’d said that she wasn’t, that who she worked for wasn’t my concern…
    Although he and Claire had come into the fight pretty late in the game, they’d been thoroughly briefed on what the others knew about Umbrella, and what part Trent had played in the past. The one constant— besides being incredibly elusive with information— was that he seemed to know all sorts of things that no one else knew.
    It can’t hurt to ask.
    When Trent walked back into the cabin, Leon approached him.
    “Mr. Trent,” he said carefully, watching him closely, “in Raccoon City, I met a woman named Ada Wong…”
    Trent gazed at him, his face giving nothing away. “Yes?”
    “I was wondering if you knew anything about her, about who she was working for. She was looking for a sample of the G-Virus—”
    Trent arched his eyebrows. “Was she? And did she find it?”
    Leon studied his dark, quick eyes, wondering why he felt like Trent already knew the answer. He couldn’t, of course, Ada had been murdered just before the laboratory had exploded.
    “Yes, she did,” Leon said. “In the end, though, she—she sacrificed herself in a way, rather than make a choice. Between killing someone and losing the sample.”
    “And was that someone you?” Trent asked softly.
    Leon was aware that the others were watching, and was a little surprised that he wasn’t at all uncomfortable. Even a month ago, such a personal conversation would have been embarrassing for him.
    “Yeah,” he said, almost defiantly. “It was me.”
    Trent nodded slowly, smiling a little. “Then it seems to me that you wouldn’t need to know anything else about her. About her character or motivations.”
    Leon wasn’t sure if he was evading the question or honestly telling him what he thought—but either way, the simple logic of his answer made Leon feel better. As though he’d known the answer himself all along. Whatever psychology he was working, Trent was quite a piece of work.
    He’s smooth, cultured, and scary as hell in his own quiet way… Ada would have liked him.
    “… much as I’d enjoy talking with you, I have some business with our captain that needs to be attended to,” Trent was saying. “We’ll be at Salt Lake in five or six hours.”
    With that, he nodded toward them and disappeared through the curtain again.
    “Too good to sit with the grunts?” John asked, obviously not over his initial dislike. Leon looked around