One Last Conversation

Twelve minutes felt longer than that.

Lenora sat with her phone in her hand. Luc still connected in the background, monitoring whatever signals existed. Declan across from her in the way of someone long accustomed to waiting for results from something he had set in motion with nothing left to do but wait.

Nadya still in her corner.

At the ninth minute Nadya spoke.

"Vladimir will not flee Crest ton