Priest’s phone buzzed and the screen read “Restricted.” That’s not the kind of call he would normally accept, but these were strange times. Given the number of threats and attacks in recent days, he thought it wise to accept any contacts.
“Priest,” a male voice said. “We should meet.”
“Why?” That seemed like a prudent response on his part, especially since Priest had no idea who he was talking to.
“Because I said so. And because your government would be very upset if we didn’t.”
Still, not a lot of information. Priest’s government, as the caller said, could be upset either way.
“Again, why?” he asked. After a pause, he retreated. “Okay, where and when?”
“Bar Onyx. Topside of the DO & CO Hotel on Stephansplatz.”
“I know where it is.”
“Nine o’clock,” he said.
“So, we can’t do it any
