“Ma’am—”
“I’ll let you know within the next two days if the trip to Europe is going to be necessary.”
“We’re wasting time!”
“Have you made any headway in discovering where my son is?”
“Well…no.”
“All right. Continue looking for the location of Prinzip. Meanwhile, I’m taking responsibility for this, Mr. Monroe. I’ll be in touch.”
Within three hours, Jefferson and Ludovic arrived, and I gazed at Gregor reproachfully.
“He’s Vincent, Portia! He’s WBIS! And the surveillance tape was blanked again!”
“Are you out of your mind, Portia? Gregor is right. The man is dangerous!” Jefferson paused in his tirade to kiss my cheek. “Bryan and Tony will be here as soon as they can get a flight out of LAX.”
“What can I do to help?” Ludovic murmured as he also kissed me.
“Nothing, I’m not out of my mind, and there really isn’t any need for them to fly out here.”
“Of course there is. Quinn is our only nephew—”
“And may I remind you who it was who encouraged him to join the CIA?”