“The feeling was mutual.”
Lev raises his eyebrows. “Sounds like a problem to me.”
I exhale and push myself off the side railing. “Get some sleep, Lev. Tomorrow, we need to meet with new weapons suppliers. I have two names you can add to the list.”
“Give me their contact. I’ll set it up.”
“The numbers should be on my—”
I frown. My pants pocket where I keep my second phone is empty.
“On my phone,” I mutter. “Which should be in my hand right now.”
“What’s wrong?” Lev asks.
“Can’t find my phone.”
“Didn’t you have it below deck?” Lev asks. “During the meeting with Benyamin?”
Something itches at the back of my mind, a feeling I can’t shake that something is wrong. I stride downstairs into the first oval room on the right. The center table is empty, but my memory is clear: I put the phone down on the table.
Right before Benyamin showed his hand and I shot him.
Right before Jessa screamed and Lev dragged her into the room.
Right before I left her in here alone… with my phone on the table and a threat in her head.
“Fuck,” I growl, turning to Lev who is standing at the threshold of the door.
“It’s gone?”
“You were right,” I grimace. “She is going to be a problem.”