Matt grimaced as Kate made her suggestion, because he knew it was a good one. It was also incredibly unethical. It was a personal betrayal of Heather's trust. It was a criminal action, an invasion of privacy even if it was against a man that Matt despised. It also might very well be useful in a fight that had escalated to unimaginable levels. Where was the line drawn? He wouldn't kill, but was that it?

"Heather would never hand over those tapes. Her professionalism means everything to her," Matt said tightly. What he didn't say was an automatic no for getting those tapes or notes some other way.

God, he was an asshole for considering it.

"Hey, maybe the boy scout has some balls after all," Frank bandied back, a smirk on his face at Matt's annoyance in return. He walked alongside Karen, ahead of Kate and Matt, leading them down the winding path and into his bunker. "Here we are. Wipe your damn feet." He went to located his medical supplies. "I've got stuff to get us cleaned up. And I'm making coffee. Anyone want any?"

"Do you have oat milk?" Matt asked as he gently stopped Kate, nodding at her forehead in a silent request to see how bad the cut was.

"Blind bougie bastard," Frank was heard muttering behind him.