"Of course it is," mr. Johnson said, frowning as he processed what he had just heard. Necromancy? Or a staged death? This Daz person sounded dangerous, he had to be dealt with. "You can count on the agency for assistance," he promised. "Once I received the information I will read it through and I'll call you back in for another meeting about this. I want to be read up on the subject before pursuing it." 

Benjamin smiled to Steph. "That happens, people's minds go to dark places sometimes." He cupped her face with a hand. "Just remember that I'll be here for you."
"Ben..."
Benjamin looked up when he heard his name and saw Mike. "Hey, you got back too?"
"Yeah, Mitch just dropped me off." His eyes moved from Benjamin to Steph and back to Benjamin. "We have to talk." He glanced at Steph. "Alone."
Benjamin nodded slowly and turned to Steph. "I'll meet you later."