Page 178 of Black Reign

I told her London.

She knew London from whatever she used to identify me at the wedding.

Fine.

But this table?

This hotel?

I booked the meeting through Blackwell operations forty-eight hours ago.

It isn't public.

Nothing on my personal calendar.

No assistant outside Blackwell has it.

Even the minister's office received the final location through our secured scheduling system.

My mood changes instantly.

I look down at the battered Shakespeare paperback.

She didn't find Ghost.

She found Xavier Blackwell.

Through Blackwell.

I open NULL.

GHOST: How did you know where I was?

No answer.

I wait.

Thirty seconds.

A minute.

Then:

VESPER: London isn’t that big.

My expression goes flat.

GHOST: Population approximately nine million. Try again.

VESPER: Lucky guess.

GHOST: You don’t guess.

Silence.

I glance toward my Blackwell device.

The meeting location existed inside one internal itinerary.