Trojan

Hank and Sydney came back to Europe last week. We decided to work separately. Hank came with Sydney since it would be safer if he was the one protecting Sydney than me. It's a shame, but I cannot agree more. It's Sydney and her family's, after all.

I tried dialing Ricci's number for the nth time. "The number--" I stopped imitating the interactive voice response when it suddenly rang. "Hello?" I stood up and almost jumped.

"Ricci?" I gasped. The call suddenly became static. "I'm being tapped." and he ended the call. "Hello? Ricci, wait!" but he no longer could hear it. "Damn it!" I screamed and stumped my foot. They're all in the run.

I instantly dialed Hank's phone number while I picked up my keys and ran towards the garage. He picked up the call when I was already in my car, starting the engine.

"I got a lead which matched Sydney's." he greeted.

"Oh, well, no more hello's or what's up?" I joked.

"You still have the time for joking around?" I rolled my eyes.

"Of course, what if I su