Читать книгу Merrick's Eleventh Hour - Wendy Rosnau - Страница 11

Cyrus got the call on the island. He’d just finished running Erik through a tactical course that would have killed him a year ago. He pulled his phone from his fatigues and saw that it was Kipler.

“What is it? I told you I didn’t want to be interrupted. It better be a life-altering problem or—”

“They’re gone.”

“Who’s gone?”

“Callia and Zeta. One of the guards took them to Kerkyra and they never returned to the car.”

Cyrus glanced at Erik, then walked far enough away to keep from being overheard. “What the hell do you mean they never returned to the car?”

“They were shopping at the market square. When they didn’t come back to the car after two hours, Endre went searching for them. He called me after he couldn’t find them. I’ve sent the men out to search the town, but they’re not having any luck.”

“What time did they leave the house?”

“Midmorning.”