I agree to collaborate with Iona, my sworn, mortal enemy responsible for so much terror over the last few months. Fully sober and aware of my surroundings, I have shaken her hand. We will work together to recover Finan.
No one else can know. Not Rupert, not Wes, not Len Emmerich, not Catrina or Dakota or Mrs. Corwin the nosy pants who keeps buying those sheepskin condoms and no one knows why. It will be Iona and me and Nurse Gus against the bad guys.
What could go wrong?
Gus reappears after Iona and I conclude our agreement, like some sort of eavesdropping shadow. I flinch when he unzips and reaches into his black jacket. He and Iona share an amused snort. Glad to see they find my fear funny.
But it’s not a weapon he pulls—it’s yet another damn phone.
“This is untraceable,” he says, h
