“Addam, I’m calling you now, so you’ll have this number saved. It’s a private line I share with Rune. You’ll be unlikely to have service in the Westlands, but one never knows.” Addam’s phone rang once. The Tower glanced in the back seat and said, “Brandon, I should send it to you as well.” He began dialing. Brand’s eyes went wide. He blurted, “Rune already gave it to—” just as his phone began to breathe like Darth Vader. Lord Tower gave Brand another long look. Brand had the good manners to look almost contrite.
