From The Grey House:
He grabbed his own mobile device out of his pocket and checked his messages. The information for her contact in Boston stared back at him. He nodded. “Thanks.”
“You sure you don’t need anything else?”
“I want to know more about you, but I don’t think there’s time for that.”
“Even if there was, I wouldn’t tell you much.”
“Fair.” He looked around. “You know where you are?”
“Yep.”
“Good.”
Cat Stark 