“You have to go somewhere you’ll be seen,” Ainsley said, her voice tight but almost calm, sounding every inch the ex-soldier she was. “But not with Lena. Right this second. Hang up and go somewhere you’ll be seen.” “What happened?” But he was already moving his body, following the clear command in the words. There was a beat, and he knew, he knew before she said it. “Claire’s dead.”
