Gait Morgan was silent for some time. "Meet where?" he finally asked.
Anna crossed herself, prayed that Gait wouldn't hang up the phone, then took the plunge. "At Cherebrooke Farm. I've made all the arrangements for . . ."
"WHERE?! You can't be serious!" Gait bellowed. He was astounded that Anna so much as mentioned the place; asking to meet him there was beyond any pale.
Anna was spent. She had failed miserably. Then, like a sunbeam striking cut crystal, she remembered Gait's "code red" phrase: "It's about Fregene." Reserved for only the direst of straits, once it was uttered, a "Fregene code" command must be blindly obeyed. Would the code work for her now? Would Gait even remember it?
"Gait," she said evenly. "It's about Fregene."
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