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“Falcon.”
“Jag, I hadn’t thought to hear from you so soon.”
‘I hadn’t thought to ring so soon.’
“I apologise if this is a bad time.”
“Not at all, what can I do for you?”
“I need a favour.”
There’s a long silence on the other end of the line, but as I’d hoped, he doesn’t let me down.
“Of course, name it.”
“I need you to track down whoever is chasing Catriona and destroy them before they can impact upon The Games any further.”
“Catriona? The Italian? She’s admitted she’s the one being pursued?”
“Yes.”
“That makes sense. Very well, consider it done.”
“Thank you.”
“Of course.”
He hangs up and I stare at the phone for a long, long time.
Something is up, or off. There’s something wrong, but he isn’t telling me what it is, isn’t sharing with me his worries as he once did.
Either it’s because we’re still getting used to one another again, he doesn’t trust me still, or it’s something too terrible to contemplate, and he doesn’t want to burden me with it, as he said before, while I’m trapped inside this game.
Either way I’ll find out soon enough. At least I won’t have to worry about the fucking mafia attacking again and derailing the Game.
“But what’s going on with you, Falcon?” I murmur as I dial Wolf’s number.