POV: Yessica | Location: Edinburgh
She stared at the name for three full seconds.
Lewis saw her face.
"What is it?"
She turned the phone so he could see the screen.
Something moved across his expression. Not guilt — recognition. The particular alertness of someone who has just understood a connection they hadn't made before.
"Answer it," he said.
Yessica answered.
"Yessica." Regina Voss's voice was exactly as she remembered it — precise, measured, the voice of a woman who had never said a word she hadn't decided to say first. "Thank you for picking up. I wasn't sure you would."
"I wasn't sure I would either." Yessica kept her voice neutral. "What do you want, Regina?"
A pause. Short. Calculating.
"I want to tell you something," Regina said. "Before you hear it from someone else.
