Chapter Sixteen
On the laptop screen, Jay’s feed went dead.
Damien stared at it, aware of Hélio behind him, fidgeting with nerves.
Thumb on his pressel switch, he said, ‘Damien to Jay, are you with us?’
No response.
Aviary switched to her tablet, which displayed the map of Wrocław market square.
‘Jay’s still alive,’ she said. ‘The watch I gave him is transmitting his heart rate.’
But for how much longer?
Damien enlarged one video, shrinking the others to thumbnails, then cycled through until he found Jay’s camera again. It was dark. Maybe he was lying face down, his camera lens covered. His heart rate was elevated.
For all Damien knew, Jay was bleeding out.
‘Not again.’ He clicked his pressel switch. ‘Damien to Jay. Do you read? Jay, talk to me!’
‘This is Nasira. On my way.’
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