Lauren was already rummaging through her purse, grimacing as she searched for something. “It’s no bother,” she said, pulling out her phone. “She’s at work right now, but I can call her tomorrow.”
“No,” Claire said.
“No?” They were both looking at her as if she had started speaking gibberish, and she didn’t have to use her talent to know what they were thinking. Hadn’t she just asked for Lauren’s help? Now, she was changing her mind?
“Haven’t you guys ever seen a spy movie?” Claire exclaimed. “The Leyrians overhauled our cellphone networks so they could use their multi-tools. They probably record every call we make. If they’re hiding something from us, then we don’t want them to know we’re onto them. No phones. We do this in person.”
Della hit her with a glare that made her wish she had
