Trecorras Cottage, Llangarron, Herefordshire. 07:45 The soft buzz from the satellite phone brought Daniel awake in an instant. He sat up on the bed and silenced the device before it woke Michael and Marie, then checked the message. The display showed a phone number with a Moscow area code that he didn’t recognise. It certainly wasn’t one of the many that Steffan had used in the past. The communication channels with the pack had been severely restricted over the past few weeks, but this new development bothered him. Why send a text message of a telephone number when they could have simply called him?He slipped off the bed, picked up his boots and pistol, and crept out of his room. He’d not undressed after last night’s escapades, simply lying on top of the bed covers in his army issue fatigues. Things had been, and continued to be, dangerous and unpredictable. If a situation developed, the last thing he wanted to be doing was scrambling around for his clothes.Rhythmic snoring came from Michael’s room, while Marie’s breathing was shallow and regular.
