“Of course, of course,” I say.
“I don’t know what to do, I …” Her voice starts to rise.
“It’s fine. I’ll go and make sure he’s all right.”
Beside me, Jo props herself up on her elbow. “What is it?” she whispers.
“It’s okay, go back to sleep,” I tell her, clearing my throat.
Tucking the phone under my chin, I push out of bed, pull on my boxers from the floor, and grab my clothes off the chair where I threw them last night.
“Where is he? His apartment?” I ask Anna.
“I have no idea.” Her voice breaks.
“What made you think these people had done something to him?” I say, buttoning my fly.
“I’m with them now. They said …” Her voice rises again. “They hoped there was no lasting damage …”
“No lasting damage?” Oh fuck.Oh, Jesus Christ. “What the fuck are you doing with them, Anna? You’re in more danger than him. Get the hell out of there.”
“I will. Just …”
“I’ll find him and fix it, Anna. Promise me you’ll leave, right now.”
“I’ll be fine. Just call me when you find out anything.”
Fuck.
“Where are you?”
“St. Petersburg. Please. Just call me when you track him down.”
“Goddammit!”
“Janus?”
She doesn’t need me to lose my shit, does she? “On this number?”
“Yes. It’s just a precaution.”
“Yeah, yeah. Get out of there. Now, Anna. You hear me?”
“I will, okay. Just message me as soon as you know.” She hangs up on me.
I pull my T-shirt over my head as Jo props herself up in bed.
“What the hell …?”
“That was Anna. There’s some problem with Adam. I’m going to go to his apartment to see what I can find out.”
“I’ll come with you,” she says, flinging back the covers.
“No, you stay here. If there’s trouble, having you here with access to a computer system or covering things for us might be helpful. They said something to Anna about ‘no lasting damage,’ as though somethinghad been done to him. Fuck. Do you think it’s worth calling around the hospitals?”
She nods. “I’ll call Kate. If she pulls the doctor card, she can work through the hospital stuff much faster than I can. Who’sthey?”
“Some bastards in Russia that Anna knows.”