The Insubmissive followed him without discussion and they went into the communications room. Rempert glanced at the equipment and sighed, disappointed. The fugitives had taken away the only thing he would need. Nadezhda patted him on the shoulder.
“Did you plan to simply give her a call?”
“And why not? I have her number in mind,” his eyes suddenly widened in hope and he pointed to a computer. “Do you know how to use this piece of junk?” he asked feverishly.
“What’s the idea?”
“I also know her email address. She has this kind of phone, you know, where you can receive messages.”
“You’re a real geek, then,” she replied in a mocking voice.
As the vampire stared at her, frowning, looking like someone searching for the definition of a word, she laughed and settled down in front of the PC.
