Kael held out his hand. “Give me your phone.”
A flicker of hesitation in Angel’s movements told Kael that the boy knew exactly why he’d demanded to see the phone. Angel handed it over and then looked across at the fountain. The two texts Kael had sent him while waiting in Bessborough Gardens had been checked in the last ten minutes.
“Look at me,” Kael demanded and waited until Angel made eye contact. “Why didn’t you answer my texts? I told you to phone me.”
“I’m sorry, Sir. I’m on information overload right now, and I wanted a few minutes to think by myself. I thought I’d go for a walk first.”
“I expect you to respond to me as soon as you are able.”
“Yes, Sir. I apologize.”
“You can’t do that in a work situation. If you’re working with a team and your runner makes contact, you respon
