She picked it up cautiously. “Hello?” “Hi, Kelly.” “Diane! Where are you?” “In Munich. Where are you?” “On a train to London.” “How did your meeting with Sam Meadows go?” Kelly could still hear his screams. “I’ll tell you about it when we meet. Did you get any information?” “Not much. We have to decide what to do next. We’re running out of options. Gary Reynolds’s plane crashed near Denver. I think we have to go there. Maybe it’s our last chance.” “All right.” “The obituary said that Reynolds has a sister living in Denver. She might know something. Why don’t we meet in Denver at the Brown Palace Hotel. I’m flying out of Schoenfeld airport, in Berlin, in three hours.” “I’ll get a plane out of Heathrow.” “Good. The room will be booked under the name of Harriet Beecher Stowe.” “Kelly—” “Yes.” “Just…you know.” “I know. You, too…” TANNER WAS ALONE in his office, talking on the gold phone: “…and they managed to escape.
