Damian's POV
Reeves answered on the seventh ring.
I had counted them.
"I'm fine," he said, before I could speak. His voice was slightly compressed the particular quality of someone speaking carefully in a situation that required it.
"Minor complication. Managed."
"Define minor," I said.
"A car tried to box me in on the eastern approach," he said. "I took an alternative route. I'm currently stationary.” In a position I'm comfortable with."
"Are you being watched?"
"Possibly. I'm handling it." Another pause. "Get her somewhere stable. Don't wait for me."
The line went quiet not disconnected, just held. I could hear his breathing, the faint sound of a radio somewhere.
"Reeves," I said.
"Go," he said. Firm and Final.
I ended the call and got in the car.
Lena was already in the pa
