The line goes dead.
"Henderson?" I'm already shouting at my driver. "Henderson!"
Nothing.
No answer. No sound. Just silence where there should be chaos.
Sera.
Sera is at that safe house.
Sera is under attack.
"Turn the car around!" I holler at my driver. "Safe house three. NOW."
There's no hesitation. We're speeding through the streets as fast as possible.
I dial Leo. It rings. And rings. And rings.
"Pick up," I snarl into the phone. "Pick up, goddammit!"
It goes to voicemail.
I try again.
Voicemail.
The safe house is in Queens. Twenty minutes in traffic. Maybe fifteen if we drive like we're willing to die.
I'm willing to die.
I dial another number. One of my lieutenants.
"Get everyone to safe house three," I order. "NOW. Full tactical. We have an active situation."
"Sir, what's happening?"
"Just fucking do it!"
I hang up.
Try Leo again.
Voicemail.
The streets blur past. Midtown. East Side. Queensboro Bridge.
Too slow. Everything is too slow.
My mind is racing faster than the car.
Who attacked?
The Morozovs? No. Alexei was with me. He looked as surprised by my call as I felt receiving it.
Someone else, then. Someone using Sera to get to me. To Gabriel. To both of us.
The embezzlement. The missing money. Gabriel on the run.
