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“Mate?”

“Yes.” I glimpse the rearview. No cars. I turn right onto a major thoroughfare.

“From here on out, you’re Falcon. Understood?” Nomad’s question lessens my desire to throttle my partner.

“A bird?” I grumble. Yes, he mentioned the bloody code name earlier, but it’s not my favorite.

Scarlet clambers over the seat, bopping me in the head with her foot.

“Sorry,” she mouths.

“And I’ve got Angel with me,” I say.

“Hold for extraction instructions,” he says.

“Are we being routed to a location of your choosing?”

“There’s a team waiting to consult with you.”

“Consult. Not sure about that one, mate.”

“You’ve got a swarm of assassins hunting you and a two hundred and fifty-million-dollar bounty posted on your head. Are you really bloody taking the piss?”

“Not at all, wayward Nomad. Send those instructions on to Angel.”

“She on the line?”

Scarlet’s eyes are pitch-black, but with better lighting, I’d be under a glower warning.

“She’s watching over us all.” I wink.

She snatches the mobile, unamused.

“Angel here.”

CHAPTER32

SCARLET

“Hello again, love.”

“Who is this?”

I expected Ash, but the accent’s off. It’s also familiar.

“No time for Falcon to brief you.”

Nick looks at me and mouths the word, “Interpol.” Ah, so this is Tristan. The man who gathered my statement and information on the Lupi Grigi.

Out loud, he adds, “Safety precaution. No names…never know who’s listening, but also, there are programs with voice recognition searching for keywords.”

Ah. And right now, there’s no telling how many hackers are running algorithms and malware trying to pinpoint our location.

“We’re here to help,” Tristan says. “After all, you’re going to be a great help to us. The boards are alight tonight with talk of you two.”

“Boards?”

“Dark web communities,” an unfamiliar voice says on the speakerphone.

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