Once they’d assured him there had been no major catastrophes (lucky them), he handed me the phone. Fortunately, Sean didn’t try to ambush me over the phone line. Instead, Con’s voice bubbled into my ear first thing. “Aunt Riss? You okay?” “Er, yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?” Trinity smirked at my forced innocence. We’d gone ahead and filled her in on all the attacks in the belief that ignorance could get you killed. “Gee, I don’t know. Maybe because of the Harpies?” My feet slapped to the floor. “What Harpies?” “The ones who accepted the hit on you. Sheesh, Aunt Riss, you’re good at ticking people off, aren’t you?” Out of the mouths of babes. “And just who have you been talking to, niece of mine?” “You asked us to search for anything that could help you on the Net, remember?”
