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The man known as the Procurer flipped through the photos his contact in Toronto had sent him on his phone. The woman in them looked nothing like Kira Brightwell. And as far as he could tell from the information he had gathered on the mother of three in the pictures, she had no known connection to Kira either.
What was she doing with Kira’s phone?
He considered the possibility of a mix-up. Perhaps both women had the same model of phone and had somehow managed to swap them during the flight? His instincts warned him it was unlikely, but stranger things had happened. Kira had shown no evidence she was aware of the tracking app on her phone before she had left for the airport. He closed the photos and called his contact at the airport.
“I need a favor,” he said without preamble as soon
