Jack strutted down the Kensington Street, prodding his earlobe with an angry forefinger. He leapt on a nearby car’s bonnet, climbed onto its roof, and jumped up onto an apartment block. He studied the street below while waiting for Pyke to pick up.
“Bonjour, mon petite plonker. What’s up?”
“We have a problem.” Jack paced the roof, backwards and forwards, anger building inside him.
“Don’t we always? What’s going on? Where are you?”
“I’m with Amy.”
“Jack, you can’t spend all your time baby-sitting Amy, not when we need you here.”
“Gregori is stalking her. He’s working out how to take her down. We must come up with a plan before it’s too late. Is Maggie there?”
“She’s out, in a meeting with the boss. I’ll let her know about Gregori. She may want to add it to her agenda.”
“Where’s Mara?”
“I haven’t seen her. Are you coming back now?”
“Not until Amy is safe. I’m sticking to her like glue. The bastard is not going to get her.”