Chapter 20
Ben jumped when his phone rang at three o’clock in the morning. Lennon was no better. Lennon was on his feet, green eyes wild. Ben wasn’t sure his companion even knew where he was right now. This was Ben’s fault. He hadn’t protected Lennon from Bannerman, or from the creep in the pool. Lennon should never have known a moment of panic like this.
Ben grabbed his phone. “Kellogg.”
“Kellogg. Good. Are you someplace secure?” Agent Dickinson’s voice came through as clear as a bell.
Any trace of brain fog cleared from Ben’s brain. “As secure as I can be, sir. There are no listening devices in this room.”
“Excellent. I’m on a secure line. I don’t have a lot of time.” Dickinson paused. “My use of this room is not authorized.”
Ben’s blood ran cold. “Sir.” He didn’t question. Dickins
