Chapter 32
As soon as the screen of the video call flashed, Ciaran reached over and turned the video function off.
“Put the video on, Ciaran,” Zen’s voice croaked.
“You don’t have anything I want to see. Do you want the location or not?” Ciaran asked.
They were sitting at a table in a private room at an exclusive restaurant in Knightsbridge. Madeline sat next to Ciaran, her eyes glued to the phone on the table, listening to his voice coming out of the speaker.
“This isn’t my turf. I ain’t going to fall into one your traps. I’ll give you the location, and you bring the crucifix. I’ll have equipment on site—you’ll code the program for me, and then I will give you Jo.”
“No. I’m not digging a grave for you. Let’s meet halfway. We’ll go to the tomb, and while you dig for your crucifix, I’
