“Seven…six…five…”
“Hettie…”
Dugald’s whole body shook, and sweat gathered at his temples. “Th-there’s nothing I can do! I’m MIA! Dead, for all they know! I can’t go back!”
“Four, three, two…” She dug the barrel of the gun against the base of his skull. She hoped his fleshy neck was enough to muffle the gunshot.
“All right! Don’t shoot!” he screamed. “I…I can reestablish contact with the Division. Intercept the interpolation.”
Hettie kept the gun pressed into his nape. “How?”
Dugald huffed. “I came to Newhaven because of the dead zone. No magic works here, so they wouldn’t be able to find me. I found a way to block out the Division’s Eyes and Ears. I had to juice up pretty heavily to get me all the way to Montana without them Seeing me. I break that spell and I’ll hear them again. But
