Page 134 of Blind Prophet

“Come on. I’ll come with you. I’ll ask questions while we walk.”

“I’m not holding anything back.”

“Didn’t say you were. It’s the little things that can be useful. Like your builder. Can you share his contact info?”

I fumble with my phone, sending her the requested contact card. I could argue, but hell, maybe he has something useful on Geoffrey. Especially if Geoffrey bribed him to do anything funky to my house. Although my security team would’ve caught anything out of the ordinary.

After I share the builder’s contact, I shoot off a message to Jay, giving him a heads-up that he’ll be hearing from Sophia.

I did a background check on my builder. Standard protocol for anyone touching my infrastructure. It’s four years old but archived on our network. I jot a note to myself to check it when I’m logged in on the portal.

Sophia’s already down the stairs at the exit door, and I hustle to catch up with her.

One flight, I don’t know why they bother with an elevator.

Sophia’s right hand rises. “Shh.”

I slow, attempting to peer over her head through the exit door.

“Stay here,” she says, stepping through.

I snatch the knob just before the door closes.

A quick scan reveals nothing out of place. But I’ve seen this foyer exactly once.

She turns the corner.

Her voice projects loudly. “Cam? Why isn’t anyone at reception? Who’s on-site surveillance?”

I round the corner.

She’s got a phone pressed to her ear. It’s a landline that’s connected to reception.

“What do you mean Luke said it’s covered?”

My heart stutters.

“Where’s the coffee shop?”

She ignores me, flustered, her focus on the phone.

“Sophia!”

That gets her attention.

“Coffee shop.”

She points. “Across the street.”

I’ve got to find Caroline.

I charge across the street, scanning the coffee shop with open windows and doors.

Fuck. Where is Caroline?

I pull out my phone and press the tracking app.

Two quantum-encrypted tracking signals, military-grade precision. One signal originates within fifteen feet of my position.

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