Page 52 of Durango

“The wife is in custody. Damien has been shot and killed.”

“Dammit! Did he relay the information?”

Harding meets my eyes. “No. But I believe the wife knows. I’ve questioned her, and she won’t answer. All she says is if she tells me, it will get her killed.”

The line is silent for a moment.

“All right. Send me your location, and I’ll have someone bring her in,” he says.

“No. Whoever killed Damien is likely looking for her, too. She’s safer here for now until we can neutralize the assailant.”

“All right. Check-in as soon as you’ve resolved that issue.”

Harding ends the call.

“How is that a test?” I ask.

“He can obtain my location from this phone.”

Rover cocks his head. “Where did that phone come from?”

“The phone was here in the house. This is a CIA safe house, and it comes equipped with certain things, including a phone to use for purposes like this. Each phone is tracked for a variety of reasons. If someone comes for her, they will come tonight. Which means we need to move Sylvia and Nancy. Durango, youand Moose will take them to another location. Rover, you will stay here with me, and we will monitor this house from outside.”

I groan. Oops. I didn’t mean to do that. We have enough to deal with, and I can suck up listening to Nancy chatter on and on for a little while longer.

Harding tilts her head. “Will that be a problem?”

“No, sorry. It’s not the plan. It’s just that Nancy won’t shut up.”

“Good. She might say something useful.” Harding writes an address on a blank piece of paper, then rips it from the tablet and hands it to me.

“You have the address memorized?” I ask.

She smiles. “Not my first time in this country. That house is not on the CIA’s list.”

“And you’re sure it will be empty?”

“I am. Now, don’t say a word about this to anyone.”

“What about Davis? Isn’t she out getting us food?” I ask.

“Don’t tell her,” Rover says. “She could be the dirty agent.”

As if on cue, Davis walks in the door. “Don’t worry. No one followed me. I got burgers for everyone.”

“Burgers?” Rover asks.

“Yes, you can get fast food everywhere, even here.” Davis walks toward the kitchen with the bags.

Harding walks to a small cabinet and opens a drawer. “You will need this,” she says as she pulls a map out and hands it to me.

A map of western Belarus.

“The new house isn’t too far.”

I pocket the map and the address.

“I’ll make sure Davis stays with us so she doesn’t know the address. Although I’m telling you, she’s not someone we need to worry about,” Harding says. “You should grab your dinners to go.”

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