“Leave your phone on. Expect a message,” and with that, the caller was gone.

This was not as planned. The call was clearly from the Kokuryū-kai, but they should not know of him or his connection to the sword. How did they find him, and why did the Inagawa kai fail to claim responsibility? And Éponine! Damn. Éponine. They knew exactly where to strike.

There was a leak. There had to be. And close to the top. Who did that leave to trust?

He looked across the table at Lucas, who was busily freeing another slice of pizza from a web of mozzarella.

His phone beeped. The text message read simply “49.221,-68.154”. Co-ordinates.

“Lucas, you’ve got your pilot’s license. How well did you do with cartography?” he asked, as he held his phone up for him to see.

“Uh. That’d be… north east of here. Up near Rimouski someplace. What’s across the river from there?”

Daniel tried to picture the area. “Not much. Forestville? Baie-Comeau?”

“Mmm! That’d be the place. Why? Who the heck is sending you GPS coordinates?”