She told them at six in the morning.
Tyrell first, while the room was still dark and he was only half awake. Then Elise, who arrived in the doorway in the way she had of appearing exactly when she was needed. Then Harrison, who came at Tyrell's call and sat on the edge of the desk and listened to the full account of the phone call with the expression of a man mentally cataloguing everything that could go wrong.
The room went quiet when she finished.
Tyrell was the first to speak. "It's a trap." His voice was even and certain. "He identified you in the club. This is damage control. He's trying to map our operation before Geneva."
"Agreed," Marcus said from the door. He had been there for the last two minutes, arriving silently in the way he had. "Classic intelligence misdirection. Creat
