radios. “I’ll do it myself.” She clicked the button. “This is Naomi, I need to speak with Mr. Sloane.” “Stand by.” “Sloane.” “It’s Naomi. I’m bringing a girl to you, but there’s a pack of guards harassing us.” “Hold on.” Then, Sloane’s voice said to someone in the background, “Tell your buffoons to quit harassing my people.” Another voice came on the line. “This is Captain Zhào. Who is this?” Naomi tried to hand the radio back to the man, but he stepped back, dodging it like a plague blanket. Naomi tossed it to the man who had spoken. “Good luck.” She
