“I forget you don’t move in my circles, Frost. You lucky son of a bitch. Try Deighton. Cordelia Cuntface Deighton.”
He coughs down a laugh. “Okay, sir. And will this...make us even?”
“We’ve always been even, Frost. But if you can help me with this and keep watching Amelie for me, I’ll owe you one.”
“Yes, sir. As soon as she’s back, I’ll watch over her again.”
“Back? What do you mean back? Where the hell is she?” Panic laces my words, making me snap.
“She went away…for a funeral I believe.”
“Whose?” There’s no way it was one of the Knox brothers; I would have been told. Somehow. Only...I blocked my phone to all Order numbers, didn’t I?
“Someone back in her homeland, I believe.”
“She went alone?!”
“No. I believe...Kalen accompanied her.”
Jesus, it’s worse than I thought. What kind of protection is that muppet going to offer?
“I see.” My voice is tight with stress. “I’ll call you tomorrow, for the information. Don’t speak of this conversation to anyone.”
I cut the call.
Shit. This isn’t good. I’m going to have to speak to Camilla. I bet after everything that happened at the Kessler mansion, she’s going to be mighty pissed about this turn of events. And I get to be the lucky guy that gets to fill her in.
Fuck.