Con blearily leaned across Urbain to grab his phone when it rang, glancing at the clock to note that it was close to three A.M. When he saw the name on the caller ID, he sat up fast, all his senses on alert. “Con here.”
He listened, sighing under his breath in relief when he heard Vance’s voice. Seconds later he was less happy as Vance told him what had happened and about the message. Once Vance finished talking, Con filled him in on the murder of the agent and the first note, after putting the phone on speaker so Urbain, who was now awake, could hear what was being said.
“I want you here on the double,” Con ordered.
“Not happening.”
Frowning deeply Con said, “Van, you’re supposed to be dead, although how she recognized you, and knew you were part of this…”
“She’s an expert at what sh
