Chapter 14: Survivor Networks and Encrypted Dead Drops

The call came at ten past seven the following morning, while I was making coffee I didn't particularly want and watching the Thames through the single window of my Peckham flat that offered any worthwhile view. It was Holmes, which surprised me not at all, using the encrypted channel she'd insisted I install on the second day of our acquaintance.

"Voss has made contact," she said, without preamble. "She wants to meet at the Index. Forty-five minutes."

"She contacted you directly?"