‘How many hours?’
‘Twenty-four.’
‘You sure?Twelve is better.’
‘It’s hard to find time to get away here.’
‘Heard.’
‘Everyone’s OK there?’
‘Eight bells,’Danya promises.‘I will be counting down.’
‘See if you can backtrace our calls.’
‘No good.You’re in a shadow zone.’
‘Can you work around it?’
‘I’ll try but you know these things take time.Describe the island to me.Maybe I can narrow it down.’
‘Jagged oval.Coastal exterior.Three miles wide.’
‘That’s not helpful.’
‘I know.’
‘Neighbouring islands?’
‘There’s a staging island close by, but not on the horizon.’
‘What about the staff?’
‘They’re brought in on a crew boat.’
‘How often?’
‘No change out since I’ve been here.It’s not manned year-round.’Lachlan shakes his head.‘Danny, this place is bad.I can feel it.’
‘Stay cold.I’m on it.’
‘Thanks.’
‘We’ll talk soon.’
‘OK.Bye.’
Lachlan turns off the phone, clicks the antenna back in place and when he turns away from the sea, he sees a figure lurking near the trees, waiting.
‘Sorrenko.’
‘Lachlan.I was hoping to catch you.’Mikhail glances around, seeking to ensure they’re alone.‘I wanted to speak with you about my son.’
‘Vasily’s fine.’
‘I don’t mean him.I know Vasily is safe with you.’
‘Are you concerned about Roman?’
