Logan half-raised his hand. “Hate to tell you this, Diana,” he said with a grimace. “I don’t see how we can ever come up with a good plan.”
Diane raised her eyebrow.
“Think about it, baby girl,” he reasoned. “We’re such a large group. It’s so much easier for Thief to track us down than us to them. Know what I’m talking about?”
A murmur went over the group.
Diane pursed her lips, thinking. For a long time, she didn’t speak.