Chapter 12
Madeline took a deep breath. She gazed at the phone for short moment and quickly sketched a plan in her head.
Then she dialed. At the other end, Stephen’s sleepy voice came across the line.
“You’re sleeping at this hour, Stephen?”
“Madeline? Where’ve you been? I stopped by your office, and Paul said you’re on vacation! You? Taking a vacation? Sounded almost as unlikely as breaking news of an alien invasion.”
“I’m in London.”
“Wow. You’re really on a vacation.”
“Listen, I need your help.”
“Sure.”
Madeline pulled hard at her ponytail as a form of self-punishment. “Really, Stephen? You don’t even need to know what I’m asking you to do?”
“No, really. Okay, yes, so tell me what you want me to do.”
“You know Zen, Jo’s boss, right?”
“Yes, I saw him once at Jo’s office. What
