“What?” he says absently. “Oh, I had a date. That’s not what I called you to talk about. Whoever has been watching you has given up on the office, but they’re still on my apartment.” Whisper goes to him, and they spend a moment engaging in an ecstatic lovefest.

“I left some stuff there. They figure I’ll be back at some point to pick it up.”

“That’s what I thought, too. Warsame was able to follow them to a bar in Surrey. The first time he did it, it was a man he followed and the second time it was a woman. Nora, they went to a biker bar.”

“That fits with what Brazuca said. Three Phoenix still has a pipeline into the country, and they’re filtering product through a biker gang. Guess the bikers are still surveilling me for them.”

“There’s one more thing you should know.” Leo pauses. “Brazuca ran into some trouble with one of the bikers a while back. A guy named Curtis Parnell. Warsame helped him with the case, so he’s got more information than I do. But from what I heard, Parnell has an axe to grind with Brazuca.”

“What’s the bar?” I ask.

“I don’t know,” he says, lying.

“Leo,” I say. “They tried to take my daughter. Again. Someone was waiting for her at her house in Toronto.”

“Fuck,” Leo says, sounding stricken. He gives me the name of the bar. Then he says, “She must have been so scared. How is she doing?”

“She’s seventeen years old. Who would actually know?”

“Good point.” He looks at me. Smiles. “You like her.”

“What?”

“Your daughter. You like her.”

I think about lying to him, but what’s the point? “Yeah, I like her a lot. She’s dating a girl right now. Asked me if I had a problem with that.”

Leo laughs. “What did you say?”

“What do you think I said? I told her I fly the rainbow flag at Pride every year.”

His smile widens. “Oh, God. I’m picturing it right now. You. At Pride.” He shakes his head. “She was testing you. I hope she turns out to be a lesbian, for her sake. They have better orgasms than straight women. I read that in a magazine—wait, it’s more orgasms. I’m not sure if they’re better or not.”

“You’re just a font of information today,” I say.

“Don’t knock it till you try it. But seriously, what are you planning to do about Dao?”

I update him on what happened in Indonesia, and on the video. “He’s not in Indonesia anymore, that’s for sure. He’s either on his way, or he’s here already. He played his hand by trying to have Bonnie taken. He’s not waiting anymore.”

I don’t know how I know this, but I do.