CHAPTER 27
ALL LEAVE FOR Blackwood had been cancelled, and employees fanned out across London as we waited for Ben to call, with a particular emphasis on the area south of the river where he’d been spotted. The digital display on the dashboard of Black’s Porsche Cayenne showed each of them as a green dot moving around a map and us as a larger black one. They sure did have a lot of people.
Beside me in the backseat, Sofia stared into space. Yesterday, when we’d sat in the Project Carbon meeting room and planned out the logistics, Black hadn’t been keen on her coming at all, but she’d insisted. Privately, I agreed with him.
Since she’d blurted out her secret to the room, I’d rarely seen her with dry eyes, and today she chewed on her bottom lip as she wiped her face with her sleeve.
“You
