seymoure

Chapter 29
“Signature”

Harriett looked at the cell in her hand. There was no reason that it should have gone out. She hadn’t moved, so if she had a signal before she should still have a signal. There must have been something wrong on the Baron’s end of the line, and that was not a good thing.

Maybe it was something mundane and everyday.

“And I’m Marie of Rumania,” She mumbled to herself.

She didn’t have much time to think about it, for the tiny piece of technology began to vibrate once again. That would be Baron Vaskania!

But it wasn’t.

“Harriett?” came Sebastian Claus’s voice.

“Sebastian, I was just talking to Tito, and we got cut off.” She told him.

“Never call him by his first name, he hates that,” Claus admonished, “But, I’m sure he’ll be alright. I wanted to tell you that I just got a call from the states.”

“They let you use your cell in the hospital room?” she injected.

“I forwarded to the landline here, but never mind that,” He said in an agitated voice, “My home is gone.”

“What?” was her incredulous reply.

“It has been burnt to the ground. Within 45 minutes of your last delivery it was a pile of rubble.” She could hear real pain in his words.

“Oh, man.”

“Second thing, Emilio called. He had been out of the hotel when all the insanity hit and he was investigating what he could. He had been out talking to some former intelligence contacts of his and when he got back we were being taken out to the ambulances.”

“Was he able to get any worthwhile information?” She inquired.

“The Interpol operative was openly afraid of what he called a ‘looming threat’ posed by Kane, but no one else admitted to having ever hearing the name. And no one had heard of the book, or had heard of anyone being hurt by it. So, for the most part it was a dead end.”

At that point Harriett heard some fervent whispers taking place off the phone in the hospital room.

“Is there a problem?”

“It’s Screed,” Claus said, “He says that Vaskania’s apartment is on fire. We don’t know where the Baron is, or whether he is alright.”

“This guy likes to work in fire,” Harriett thought to herself.