"Now I'm imagining you telling Libby 'she's not gonna like it, boss' in a stereotypical Mafia accent," Bella snorts. "Well. I don't like it. I am not saying 'oh, that's fine, I completely understand that you chose to befriend me under false pretenses because a sinister' - hey, how sure are you she didn't send the mugger-creep-person?" Bella says suddenly. "To try to draw me out? I don't think you were expecting him, or you're a hell of an actress, but he did shoot you and only you."

[And,] Bella adds to her brainphone conference call, [Chris's niece Libby runs the sinister organization, or at least has Bridget as a direct report and keeps mum about upper levels.]