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needs absolute silence.”
    “Of course, of course, Wynn. Let's try and call them.” Chey fished into her jeans pocket for her cell phone.
    Wynn did the same after tucking the letter back into the envelope. She dialed Leander's number anyway and put the phone to her ear. There was an off chance he might pick up. “Oh please answer, Leander. This isn't the time to shun incoming messages.”
    “Nothing. It went straight to voicemail for both Sander and Mattias,” Chey said moments later.
    “Mine, too. They can't be in the thick of it already, it's only been an hour or so. This is ridiculous that they're totally cut off from the rest of the world.” Anger flushed Wynn's cheeks. This was the last straw. No longer would she stand for being kept in the dark about her fiance's dangerous activities. If he couldn't share this part of his life with her, then perhaps they didn't need to be man and wife after all. The thought made Wynn's stomach ache with nerves and stress.
    “Well, we're on our way to where they are. Instead of going to wait for them in the hotel, maybe we convey to the advance security team that they also need to deliver an urgent message to Leander once they find them. What do you think?” Chey said.
    “It's a good idea. You go. I'm going to catch a commercial plane, Chey, and look up this address. If this is where his father is, then I want to talk to him and find out what's wrong, so that maybe I can coax Leander into being more amenable to contact. He'll be more motivated to come, I hope, if he knows I'm there.” It was risky, and she knew it. Whatever tension existed between Leander and his father might be exacerbated by her presence.
    “Are you sure? Do you want me to come with you, instead? I can still pass on the message to the guard.”
    Wynn considered it, pressing the heel of her hand against her brow. The envelope stuck up from her fingers at an awkward angle. She paced a few feet one way, then a few feet the other. Finally, she stopped pacing and met Chey's eyes. “You go. I think you'll be instrumental in convincing Leander to see his father, even if you have to enlist Sander's aid. It'll make me feel better knowing you're going to where they are so you can talk in person. I'll fly to California and check out this address. With any luck, it will lead me straight to his father.”
    “All right, Wynn. Let's go, then. The sooner we get in the air, the faster we'll reach our destinations. We'll drop you at the airport in Kalev and you can fly out from there.”
    “Thanks. The second you get in contact with them, make sure Leander turns on his phone, okay? I might need him by then.” Wynn didn't know what to expect, and might need access to Leander in case his father got angry at her nosing into his son's personal business.
    Chey squeezed Wynn's arm, then turned to the open doors. “Don't worry, I'll make sure every single one of them turns their phones back on. I wonder if Mattias's girlfriend Alannah knows they do this.”
    Wynn picked up her small suitcase and matched Chey's quick pace down the stairs to the waiting SUV. “I don't know. Maybe we should call a meeting for all the girlfriends and wives of the men involved in this.”
    “Talk about pissing the guys off,” Chey said.
    “Better pissed off than them being dead.” Wynn's stomach churned with worry.
    “Amen, Wynn. Amen.”

Chapter Five
    Sunrise burned across the horizon and spilled onto the landscape of Ankara, turning the city into a tableau of molten gold. From the air, the sprawling metropolis could have been any other big city in the world, with its share of towering buildings thrusting up from an immense grid of commercial businesses and residential districts. Leander stared at the hazy scene with interest, wondering where in all that madness their target awaited. Maybe in the newer sections, where modern highrises added a contemporary appeal, or the older, ancient byways with buildings in the midst of decay.
    The jet