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“Are we going to have trouble?” Roman said quietly.

“Hey,hey—” York had come in behind them and now pushed past all of them. “Step back. We’re all friends here.”

Not hardly. “He told me that he’d find Coco and tell her about Gustov taking the drive—”

“I called her, twice,” Roman said. “It went to voicemail.”

“What?” Coco said. She pulled out her phone. “I don’t have any new messages.”

“I called you too,” York said. “To warn you about Gustov’s assassin.”

“Gustov sent an assassin?” Roman said. He glanced at his children and said something to them in Russian. They headed into the family room and turned on the television.

“Two of them,” York said. “One of them was on the train with her to Belogorsk.”

Wyatt stared at him, a cold horror dragging up his spine. “What?”

“Call me,” Coco said, ignoring him, and looked at York.

Of course she did. Because he was the superhero here.

York took his phone out and called her.

It didn’t ring. “It’s going to voicemail.”

Coco was looking at her phone. She headed into the kitchen, put the phone on the table, and pried open the back of it.

She pulled out her SIM card. “I don’t think this is mine.”

Silence.

“A SIM card contains user identities, personal security keys, contact lists…stored messages…” Coco looked up. “If someone took my SIM card, they could access my cloud information.”

“And track phone numbers and even stored addresses,” York said.

“Like our ranch,” Wyatt said and glanced at Coco. She nodded.

“But how did they get it?” Coco said.

“What if it was switched on the train, while you slept?” York suggested.

“But why not just steal my phone?”

“Clearly he—and I’m guessing this was Gustov’s work—wanted to be able to reach you. So, Natalya put a new SIM card in.”

“So he could call me?”

Wyatt drew in a sharp breath.

Coco let go of the phone like it burned her.

Wyatt had pressed his hand to his gut, the thought of this guy calling Coco, his voice in her ear making him a little ill.

And that’s when Sarai had come home.

If he wasn’t feeling ill before, her news about Mikka’s test results had him nauseous.

“So, what’s next?” Wyatt said now, leaning up from the wall.

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