CHAPTER 52
Jamieson’s scream, humming at high volume through the wire, sent Frost into full-blown protection mode. He’d been halfway out the door of the van before Rafferty caught him by the back of his jacket and hauled him back in.
“Hold on, lover boy,” Rafferty said. “Don’t go blowing her cover.”
“But she needs us,” Frost insisted, scrabbling once again at the door handle.
“No, I don’t think so.” Rafferty pulled the toothpick from between his teeth and surveyed the splintered end. “That scream sounded like anger, not fear, and I’m guessing it was pure theater. Get your ears on and listen, kid.”
Frost took a deep breath and replaced the headphones he’d thrown to the floor. His heart was rushing blood through his eardrums so he could hardly hear, but after a few seconds, he realized
