Page 129 of Night's Reckoning
The small room Cheng recommended suited her perfectly. She secured multiple locks and moved large furniture in front of the door before she took the sheets from the bed to make herself a pallet on the floor of the narrow closet.
Tenzin felt the dawn come, but she didn’t tire. She checked the time and realized that it was night in New York, so she called Gavin. Gavin knew more about getting information online than she did.
The Scotsman’s face came on the screen. He was already frowning. “Tenzin?”
Tenzin spoke plainly. “I know Chloe probably isn’t speaking to me right now, but I thought you might.”
“Was he dying?”
She didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
“Then there’s no problem between you and me.”
Tenzin felt a weight on her heart lighten. “Chloe knows?”
“Aye.” Gavin cleared his throat. “She doesn’t hate you, Tenzin. No one does. We all knew what Ben said, but—”
“Ben hates me.” She tried to keep her voice and expression even, but she didn’t know if she succeeded.
Gavin’s voice was soft. “No, Tenzin. He can’t. Not really.”
She cleared her throat. “I need information if I’m going to find the vampire who did this, and I’m not sure how to get it. I would usually ask Ben, but he won’t talk to me, and he’s in Penglai, so he doesn’t have a computer anyway.”
“What do you need?”
“Information on a ship calledArion’s Flight. I can see that it’s registered in the Seychelles, but other than that—”
“Give me about twenty minutes,” Gavin said. “I’ll call you back.”
He hung up, and Tenzin placed her tablet in the far end of the closet. She took shelter in the darkness, focusing on the smell of sea air and the dull sounds of the busy street by the waterfront.
It was twenty-three minutes later that Gavin called back.
“Incoming call from Gavin Wallace,” Cara said.
“Accept call.”
Gavin’s face popped on-screen, and he looked almost cheerful, which Tenzin took as a good sign. “Arion’s Flightbelongs to a Kenyan businessman—”
“I knew that.”
“—who works with an Egyptian multinational—”
“I need to find it, Gavin. Just tell me what the range is. Do you have the specs?”
He looked irritated to have been interrupted twice, but Tenzin didn’t care. “I’ll send you an email with the full specs, but assuming they’re running at a typical cruising speed, I’d say you’re going to be looking at ports three to four days apart. It’s going to have to refuel in that time.”
“Three to four days.”
“Assume three if they’re being cautious. You never want to stretch your fuel at sea.”
“Three days then.” She pulled up a mental map. “Which ports would be within three days of Taipei? I don’t know the oceans by sea.”
“Where is the vessel heading?”
“To Alitea.”
Gavin didn’t speak.
