Chapter Forty-One
Sophia’s T-shirt was drenched by the time they’d slipped away from the Antonovs unnoticed. Miami’s humidity was equally as oppressive as Kuala Lumpur’s. DC quickened his pace as they stepped from the elevator with Nasira and Chickenhead into the parking lot’s lower level.
‘Let’s go,’ he said, looking around for any surveillance.
Sophia removed the sling and extended her arm slowly. Pain trickled from her elbow, but it was in working order now. She checked her smartphone. DC’s and her own beacon were right there on the map, inside Miami International. She pressed Damien’s location to see where he was. Location unavailable. That wasn’t good. She tried Jay’s. It gave her the same message. She swiped up to New York and wasn’t pleased to find a lack of beacons on Manhattan
