A low, sinister laugh echoed through the phone.

I knew that laugh. It was Philip.

But why was Logan with him? Could Harris’s claim about a mastermind mean Logan was connected to this after all?

I’d suspected him before, but now the thought hit me like a slap. Anger surged in my chest, and I snapped coldly, “Where’s Logan? Put him on the phone.”

“Tsk tsk, so fierce. Just like when you play snooker,” Philip taunted, his ...