She stares at his face, scrutinizing his expression, as she often did, for a tell.
“Mags?”
Her eyes close. “He offered me a job.”
“Oh, great.”
“Not so great,” she says. “I’m supposed to do surgery tomorrow.”
“Hold up. Where are you?”
“Not sure exactly. Somewhere in Russia.”
“Show me,” he says.
“What do you mean?”
“Wait,” he says, “I can’t see your phone’s location. How come I can’t see your location?”
“I don’t know. They blocked everything. There is no way for me to call out or be tracked—”
The door bursts open. Maggie startles back, almost dropping her phone.
A voice bellows, “What’s going on here?”
Maggie looks up and sees the hulking form of Ivan Brovski standing in the doorway.
“Who are you talking to?” he shouts.
He steps into the room, flicks the light on, and closes the door behind him.
“You’re not allowed to call anyone!”
Maggie backs up.
“Stay away from me.”
“You made a promise! No contact with anyone!”
“It’s not what you think.”
Ivan is furious. He starts counting off on his fingers. “No phone, no email, no messaging app—”
“That’s not what this is.”
“I don’t understand. How could you even call someone?” His face is red. “The Wi-Fi is set so nothing can go out or in or…”
Without warning, Ivan’s hand shoots out with cobra-like quickness and snatches her phone away.
“Hey! Give me that back.”
Maggie tries to grab the phone from him, but Ivan holds her off with one massive, powerful hand. With his other hand, he brings the phone up toward his face so he can see the screen.
“It’s not what you think,” Maggie says.
“I heard a man’s voice.”
“It’s not—”
