Chapter 15: Destination Blank

At nine thirteen that night, Mara sent Callum a photograph of a basement wall and the message DO NOT FOLLOW. Sau-lin read it over his shoulder. "She has mistaken prohibition for an address." Callum enlarged the photograph. Exposed brick. A rectangular wound in the mortar. Broken marble showed inside the cavity, white under Mara's flashlight. "I know this basement." "Then her directions are excellent." His thumb moved across the screen. "Clement Street. One of the Ashby Merritt jobs." A second photograph arrived. This one showed a mirror filmed with dust. Mara stood in its reflection, one hand lifted toward the glass. Behind her, a woman in a torn white blouse bent close to her ear. Callum was moving before the image finished loading. The van took the hills west with Sau-lin in the passenger seat and every unsecured tool objecting in the back. Callum called Mara twice. Both calls went…