Caspian fitted the SIM into the burner phone he'd been given on the boat. It jumped into life with no complicated set-up required. He smoothed out the scrap of paper with a scribbled number on it, and began to press the large rubber buttons.
The phone rang for several minutes, then a seductive female voice sounded down the line, extending the 'Hi' for several seconds.
Caspian looked at the phone for a second, quizzically. Then, as he brought a lit match to the paper, he firmly gave the words. 'CODE RED.'
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The COP26 Kabuff: A Beatrice Deft Short
NouvellesThe world of international book fairs has ground to a halt for over a year and a half. But when Beatrice Deft, International Publishing Consultant, receives a summons to Scotland to attend an even bigger and - some might argue - even more urgent eve...
