Chapter 477: Tuesday. Safe House, London, United Kingdom.

IGNEY STARED AT THE returning men.

None of them would meet his gaze.

"Well?" he snapped. "Someone answer me."

"They don't speak your language." Li came to stand next to Igney. He spoke to the three men in Mandarin, dismissing them before focusing on Igney.

"What are you doing?" Igney couldn't help but glare.

"Yelling at them won't change reality."

"How fucking hard is it to do your job?" Igney sneered.

Li just stared at Igney. "You'll want to speak to your superiors."

"Not yet. I need answers."

"You mistake me. You'll want to speak to them now. They're waiting." Li gestured through the door to the desk where he'd been.

Igney had heard the phone ring.

Shit.

Had Li already informed Igney's superiors about everything? Pasley's defection? The escape?