You’ll have a caller in about fifteen minutes. His name is Terzibashjian.” The phone bleated softly. Armitage was gone. “Wake up, baby,” Case said. “Biz.” “I’ve been awake an hour already.” The mirrors turned. “We got a Jersey Bastion coming up.” “You got an ear for language, Case. Bet you’re part Armenian. That’s the eye Armitage has had on Riviera.
