Page 109 of Dark Night of the Soul

“Anna’s mother was the first.”

“So, he took my mother from me, too. His list of sins continues to grow.”

There was such heat in her voice, I looked her way. Fury lined her face.

“I’m sure you can make use of that information,” Silas said. “He’s leaving the Brotherhood ruins and moving toward a facility in Istanbul. A smaller one. Only a small personal detail.”

“Confident, isn’t he?” I said. “When is this happening?”

“Two days.” Then his gaze went back to her. “He got your message loud and clear.”

“Oh?” She folded her arms over her chest.

“My sources tell me he thinks you’re unfinished,” he said. “Which means he’s decided to see you in person. He’s moving to the Istanbul location because that’s the city where you found your mother.”

And where she told me she killed Schneider, the man she thought was the leader.

Vormund wasn’t coming to negotiate. He was coming to reclaim his prize.

“He wants me to feel that. He wants me to know that,” she said. “If he’s trying to piss me off, he’s succeeding.”

“Where is this facility?” I asked.

“In an industrial area. Tuzla, on the Asian side,” he said.

“And how do we get there?” I asked.

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll handle transport. There are passports in the folder for you both. The place is heavily guarded. You’ll need a solid plan to get in there if you’re going to confront him.”

“I already have one,” Anna said. “I plan to walk through the front door.”

I went stiff. Silas glanced from her to me, question in his one good eye. Neither of us spoke.

“That’s what he wants,” she added.

If she’d already made up her mind, there was no talking her out of it. But I still planned to try. That was suicide.

“What else can you tell us?” I asked.

“He has an office in the facility. A private home in the city,” he said. “He’ll be at one or the other. He might be easier to get at his private home than the facility.”

Her face was neutral, but I could tell she was thinking of a retort. She didn’t say it.

I nodded. “Thanks.” I flipped the folder closed.

“If anything changes,” Silas said, “I’ll be in touch.”

We started to turn back to the car.

“Kincade, a word,” he said. “Alone.”

She gave me a look that said she didn’t want to be left out.

“I’ll meet you at the car,” I said.

She hesitated a moment, then nodded and walked back to it.

I turned back to Silas.