“You might be the only person alive who can help me avert disaster on a global scale.”
That was less cryptic. Easing back, she dismissed the fizzing chemistry still at work within her. Languishing with her lover didn’t seem right in the light of that kind of declaration. Since her phone conversation with Sutcliffe, she’d had her suspicions about what was going to happen, and this was the confirmation Zara needed about the gravity of the situation.
“How can I do that?” she murmured.
“I came here to earn your trust because I need information. But I also have to divert you from a certain course of action and if I don’t... If I fail, then you’ll fail, and that will cost lives.”
“How am I going to do that?” she asked.
At no point in her diary did Zara have a date marked for a mass killing
