Chapter Fifteen
Freeman walked the cobblestoned street in long strides, pausing to hand on Sophia a business card. It was for a local pottery shop, but when she turned it over she noticed a hand-written collection of numbers and letters.
Xq12Xp31.2
‘I need you to memorize the code and burn the card,’ he said.
Before she could ask what the code was for, Freeman stepped inside a café. She noticed a small infrared camera nestled in the corner. Standing inside the café, a woman with a razor-sharp fringe and chalk-white skin.
‘Sophia!’ Freeman put his hand out.
Sophia’s hand moved for the pistol in her jeans. She didn’t draw, but she was ready.
‘Hello stranger,’ Grace said.
It was her. There was no mistaking it. She hadn’t moved; she was unarmed.
‘You’re … she’s supposed to be … How ar
