CHAPTER 44
THE PHONE RANG once, twice, then a crisp voice came through.
“Control room.”
I recognised Matt, one of the shift supervisors in our Richmond headquarters, although he sounded tired. Overtime or too much partying?
“Hi, it’s me. Is Nate or Nick there?”
“Nick’s not available, but Nate’s here. Who is this?”
“Come on, Matt. You’ve been working at Blackwood for, what, six years, and you don’t know what my sweet, dulcet tones sound like yet?”
“Emmy?”
Well, duh. “Who else?”
“B-b-but we all thought you were dead.”
“Do I sound dead to you? No. Anyway, when have I ever died before? That’s right. Never. Can you pass me over to Nate now?”
A few moments of silence passed before Nate came on the line. “Emmy, is that really you?”
“Oh, for f**k’s sake, not you as well. No, it’s a gho
