Chapter Five
We received word from the council of Elders the next morning. Bree saw the message first. Against my advice, she was checking her smart phone over breakfast at the restaurant in her hotel.
"You know, even though it’s a burner phone, if you’re connecting to your regular accounts, they can backtrack your new IP address."
Bree spread the linen napkin across her lap and rolled her eyes. "Mack, you are the most paranoid person I have ever heard of, let alone met."
I swallowed a sip of coffee (cream, no sugar). "It’s not paranoia if they are actually after you."
Bree dug a spoon into the flesh of a big pink grapefruit while waiting for her email to load. I attacked my western omelet with prejudice, stuffing an entire slice of bacon in my mouth with the first bite. Her upper lip
