The chirp on Alana’s phone woke her up. It was past dawn but she had been in a deep sleep. Although her internal clock was still set on Vienna time, about noon to her, because of the previous day’s flight and tour of Washington, not to mention the meal at the Pines of Rome and the copious wine, she fell to sleep quickly and stayed that way till the sun shone through the curtains of Priest’s condo.
“Hello,” she answered slowly.
“Alana. It’s Stefan Haber.”
She had to clear the cobwebs of sleep but knew the name. He was her subordinate at the police precinct on Leopoldsgasse. Haber was working his way up to a role as an inspector and was pleased to understudy with someone of Alana’s reputation.
“What’s up?”
“It’s Bao Chinh,” he said.
Alana didn’t immediately respond, still trying to sha
