Adam’s mouth fell open. “Oh Christ, Dylan. Does Orlov know?”
“Not yet. But she’s threatening to tell him – and the British tabloids. I think my life might be in danger… Can you come to London?”
Adam winced at Amy apologetically.
She nodded. “Of course – we Quinlans stick together, right.”
Adam grinned at this thought. Then he fell serious. “Alright, Dylan, we’ll just finish what we were doing. Then we’ll be on our way...”