Chapter 58
“Good evening, Gavin.” It was Andrew’s voice, but I knew exactly who was really calling me.
“Good evening, Andrew. Or should I say Vitalius Kohl?”
A chuckle, dry as coffin dirt. Then an effortless change of voice, transforming instantly into Father’s patrician drawl.
“You may not be the best detective in the world, but you do get there eventually. Yes, my name is really Vitalius Kohl. Not Virgil Strabo. And definitely not Andrew Mann.”
“You must have found it very amusing to make a fool of me all these months.”
“You wound me, Gavin. I enjoyed our conversations as much as you did. Two lonely exiles in vast Siberia.”
“I didn’t do what you wanted me to do,” I said. “I prevented the Reddening.”
“I’m truly sorry to have to disappoint my favorite, but the Reddening was a compl
