The grogginess vanished from Martin’s voice as though it had never been there, replaced by something clipped, and precise, and cold, the voice of a tactician receiving an alert.

“Nora,” he said.

“Do not explain the narrative yet.

First.

Provide me your exact geographical coordinates.”

Chapter 7 — Blue Lantern Protocol Initiated

“The Regent Bay Resort, Phuket, Suite 412,” I said, and I heard my own voice steady itself with every word, the way it always did once a problem became a procedure.

“Stand by,” Martin commanded.