Vance Black Phone Novels & Stories

The closer I got to what I'd come here to do the more the distance between Elara-who-was-dead and Elara-who-was-standing-in-their-rooms would compress. I still had time. Just not unlimited time. My phone buzzed on the counter. Dara. I answered. "Yes," she said simply. "Someone named Greyson. He runs background work for people who don't want official channels. Vance called him late last night." I said nothing. "You know who he is?" she asked. "Thank you, Dara." I ended the call. For a moment I stood very still. Then I walked to the kitchen counter where my bag sat and found it in the front pocket where I'd put it without thinking — Liam Grant's business card.