Her own phone rang just after ten.

Elaine.

“A representative contacted my office.”

Serena gripped the edge of the table.

“Whose?”

“Matteo Falcone.”

She looked toward the brick wall.

“What does he want?”

“To establish that you’re safe.”

Serena gave a short, disbelieving laugh.

“He’s late.”

“Yes.”

“Did you tell them where I am?”