War

Lucien.

His gravelly voice came over the phone and Danielle scowled, expecting a reprimand.

But there was only the sound of his breathing as he waited. After a while, he rasped out tersely,

“What?’

‘Boss’ she said, her palms sweaty, not sure if she was doing the right thing, lending hope to his man who was going through his own private purgatory.

‘Boss, I …think...’ She began.

He roared,

’The f*ck you called me, woman to tell me what you f*cking think?’

She glared at the receiver, muttering choice expletives to herself.

Then she went on, gripping the phone tightly,

‘ Boss, keep your shirt on. It’s about some information that Sophie gave me. She told me…her sister…’

There was a silence. She had got his attention.

Lucien was listening intently.

‘Go on,’ he growled.

She went on, excitement creeping into her voice. Then she spoke, all in a rush,

‘She said that there is a place where they keep the women who they bring from …other areas. Before…’ she paused, it hurt to think of Proserpina