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Conor’s hand tightened around mine in silent support, undoubtedly recognizing how much that meant to me.
“I’m glad,” was all he said though.
My smile was shaky. “He believed that Belyaev died of a heart attack in his hotel room in Cincinnati, so someone fed him bad intel.”
“What about that makes you think Dagda is in danger?” D questioned.
“I don’t know,” I said uneasily. “But what harm would it do to call him and check in?”
Nodding, Conor reached for his cell phone, and I watched as he hit connect.
“We’re about ten minutes away from Troy’s homestead,” Dead To Me informed us.
“Great.”
Tapping my toe now, I watched as Conor waited for his call to be picked up, but when there was no success, he shrugged.
“Keep trying,” I rasped.
“I will.”
Minutes later and exiting the highway, D decelerated as we approached a large parcel of land which, according to Google Maps, had a house in the center of a massive spread of corn fields.
Unlike other homesteads in the area, this one had an electric fence around the perimeter and a large gate that had more cameras on it than a Hollywood star on the red carpet. The defenses were more fitting for government-owned property than private land.
When we pulled up in front, Dead To Me tapped the buzzer.
“Still no answer from Dagda,” Conor muttered.
“State your business,” a crisp voice demanded on the intercom.
“Troy? It’s Dead To Me.”
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
“We need to speak with you.”
“Who’s we?”
“Lodestar’s with me, plus her man.”
“That bitch has a man?” Troy hooted. “Now I really believe today is doomsday.”
Though I huffed under my breath, I stayed silent.
“She does, but we’ve come because we think you’re in danger.”
Troy snorted. “Ain’t we always?”
“No. This is different. Let me in, Troy. We’re on the same side.”
“Doubt it. Look, this ain’t a good time.”
Before she could give us more attitude, I leaned forward so I could project my voice, snapping, “It’s about Jorgmundgander, Troy.”
There was dead silence, then the gates pulled inward.
That boded well.
