I dialed.
The line clicked and hissed over the oceanic cables.
Martin answered on the fourth ring, his voice thick with sleep. “Hello?”
“Martin. It’s Nora Vance.”
A beat of heavy silence. “Nora.”
I looked down at the two pieces of damning stationery crumpled in my fist.
Then, I uttered the phrase I had prayed I would never need. “Blue Lantern.”
The atmosphere on the line shifted instantly.
The grogginess vanished from Martin’s tone, replaced by the icy precision of a military tactician. “Nora. Do not explain the narrative yet. First, provide your exact geographical coordinates.”
PART 3
“The Regent Bay Resort, Phuket, Suite 412,” I said, my voice steadying with every word.
“Stand by,” Martin commanded.
I heard the muffled clatter of keys being struck at blinding speed on his end. “Blue Lantern protocol initiated. Nora, listen to me carefully. Are you in immediate physical danger?”
