Two Can Play
"We have a situation at the island. Someone's trying to kill me. I need you to move."
A voice on the other end, sharp and clipped. "How many men?"
He looked at the monitor, his eyes moving across each feed with the systematic efficiency of someone who had done this before.
"More than ten," he said.
I stared at the screen.
More than ten armed men on a private island, shooting at a house I was standing in, and Dominic was on the phone with someone named Sparrow discussing it the way other people discussed traffic.
The call ended.
"Who is Sparrow?" I asked.