Chapter Seventy-Seven
* The Broken Line*
The penthouse was too quiet. Xami finished his late conference call and looked at the clock. It was past midnight.
Lyra wasn't home.
A knot of unease tightened in his stomach. She was responsible. She always texted if she was running late, even if it was just a short, formal message. He pulled out his phone and called her.
It rang once, then went straight to voicemail.
'The subscriber you are calling is currently switched off...'
The unease turned into a sharp prickle of worry. He called again. Same thing. He texted: 'Lyra, where are you?'
No blue ticks. No reply.
He paced the living room for ten minutes, trying to reason it out. She could be with her grandfather. But the hospital would have asked her to leave by now. Could she have gone to
