“Ma’am. I need you to leave the room without waking the man next to you. The identification, the vehicle, the phone and the personal effects at that scene all belong to Cassian Pellier.”
Everything went out of my face.
And then, from behind me, half asleep: “Babe? Who’s telling you I’m d.e.a.d?”
His eyes were already open.
I made myself laugh. “Scam call. They said you’d been in an a.c.c.i.d.e.n.t.”
He made a noise into the pillow. “They’ve run out of ideas.”
I got up and he caught my wrist.
“Where are you going?”
“Bathroom.”
He let go.
I locked that door and rang the emergency line myself, because I had to hear it from somebody who had not rung me.
