“I’ll have to get my wife into protective custody, get her away from here.” Hamish rubbed his chin. “Has Sebastian mentioned me?”

Rory shook his head. “No, he talked about killing Lester, but he’s not mentioned you. He doesn’t talk much, or at least not to me.”

“You don’t have to be buddies with him, just close enough to overhear him. He doesn’t call anyone on the prison phones, he doesn’t send letters, he doesn’t have visitors, but I know he’s getting messages out. He might have a phone hidden in his cell.”

“I’ve not heard him talking to anyone at night.”

Morris snorted. “You’ve only been there a week.”

“Even so, I didn’t see a phone.”

“Rory, I know you’re hurting, and you’re scared of going back there, but I know you’re braver than that, I know you’re on the good side, and we must do all we can to win against the bad members of society. If he really is making bombs to sell, you owe it to the public, to whoever his intended victims are, to stop him, to save their lives.”

Rory squeezed his eyes shut. “Okay, enough with the guilt trip, I’ll go back in.”

Hamish released a slow breath and rocked forward in his chair. “You’re a good man, your dad would be proud. I’m proud.”

Rory swallowed the lump in his throat, then asked, “Can I see my sister, though?”

“It’s too dangerous.”

“If I can’t see her, can I at least speak to her?”

Hamish nodded, and pulled his phone from his pocket. He handed it over.

“Make it quick, I need to talk to your guard, find out how soon they can get you back in the prison. The quicker you can find out what Sebastian’s planning, the quicker we can get you out of there.”

Hamish groped Morris’s hand, then strolled out of the room. Rory’s fingers shook as he typed in Erica’s number. He pressed the device to his ear and listened to the rings. Morris crossed her arms and leaned back against the wall.

“Do you mind?” Rory hissed.

“No, go right ahead.” She smirked.

“Fuck off—”

“Pardon?” Rory blinked in quick succession when he realized the call had connected.

“Erica, it’s me.”

“Did you just tell me to fuc—”

“No, I was talking to someone else. It doesn’t matter, are you all right?”

Erica chuckled. “I’m fine, but you’ve got me worried. I thought you were doing 007 undercover stuff.”

Rory smiled weakly. “I am.”

“So you shouldn’t be calling me, right?”

“Not strictly speaking. I—I wanted to hear your voice, that’s all.”

“Jesus, Rory, we only saw each other two weeks ago, what’s happened, are you okay?”