“However, there will be plenty of booze on board.”
“That’s good, because today I will need more than a single glass of whiskey,” she remarks dryly.
We’ve just found our places in the comfortable leather armchairs of the Hawker, when my mobile begins to resonate. I pull it out of my trouser pocket with a frown, and take a look at the display. I mumble an unfriendly yes into the phone, and Sandro’s angry voice answers.
“Chris has got the pendent apart in the car. And damn it, you were right!”
“What did you find?”
“A GPS chip with a damn strong signaller. This is not some cheap s**t, Rafe, which you order on sss. It’s professional equipment with a very long range. CIA uses stuff like that.”
“Oh f**k!” I burst out, and jump up from the seat. Raven picks up her head with surprise, and wat
