Page 123 of Blind Prophet

“Worried about your satellites?” Sophia responds through the speakerphone.

“You should be, too,” he answers.

“It’s on our list of concerns,” Sophia admits.

A male voice shouts Sophia’s name.

“I’ve got to run. Come straight here.”

The call ends.

Dorian turns onto a major thoroughfare.

“I don’t know where I am. Can you use your phone for navigation? I need to make a phone call.”

“Maybe I should be driving.”

“Not the time to be a smartass.”

I glance up from the phone screen, expecting a glare, but there’s a hint of a smile.

“This car has nav, but it’s tied into the rental, and it’s not great.”

“No problem.”

I set my phone down so he can see the display and pick up his phone.

“Siri, call Nick Ivanov.”

“Calling Nick Ivanov.” Siri’s voice sounds eerily familiar.

“Did you use my voice for your Siri?”

He shrugs.

“I didn’t know you could do that.”

“You can’t,” he answers with a shy grin.

The line rings on speaker.

“Hey, mate,” Nick answers in his recognizable British accent. “I likely don’t know more than you.”

“I’m away from my computer. Driving Caroline to her office in California.”

“Ah, she’s with you?”

“Hi, Nick.”

“Hello, love. Is he holding you at gunpoint?”

“Not funny,” Dorian quips.

“Yeah, well, fair question. As you know, I’ve had two different teams tracking communications. And trades.”

“And?” Dorian asks.

“Your father. The person behind all of this is your old man. And I know, you told me, he’s got dementia. If you’re straight up, then it’s someone playing at him. I’m waiting for a helicopter, and I’ll be headed to London. I’m going over everything with MI6 and Interpol.”

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