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As soon as she was out of Grant’s office, Zara hurried to her own office and grabbed her purse, which contained her Sig and her Kindred cell phone. Tuck had brought her a new phone on Saturday when he came to her apartment. Pulling the phone from her bag, she speed-dialed Tuck while watching her door in case Grant or Sutcliffe chose to come looking for her.
“You’re lucky I answered, I was about to get in the shower,” Tuck said when he picked up the other end.
“Listen to me real quick,” she said, ignoring his statement. “Sutcliffe is here. He and Grant are going to the New York compound and they want me to go with them—“
“Zar—“
“It’s ok. Grant won’t let anyone hurt me. I will try to keep this line open when I get there,” she said. Tuck had ways of doing things, the only
