"Miriam, listen to me carefully," I said into the phone, my bag already on my shoulder, my room already behind me. "Do not tell anyone where you're taking him. Not the address, not the area…Nothing."
"Already moving," Miriam replied. "We'll be out in twenty minutes."
"Good. Call me from a different number when you're settled."
I ended the call, dropped the phone into my bag, pulled the door shut behind me.
The corridor was quiet. Late afternoon light came through the narrow window at the end, pale, barely trying. My bag was packed, my car was arranged, the driver was waiting outside the east entrance. I had calculated the timing down to the hour. Leave before nightfall, before Dominic's deadline ran out, before whoever sent that message decided patience was no longer interesting.
Clea
