Rafael's POV
I stroked my chin and tapped it lightly. One minute before the old woman video-called me.
"Sir, this private network might last no more than fifteen minutes."
"It's fine. I just need a yes or no. How's the safety?"
"As long as you don't cross the fifteen-minute mark, no one can track the call."
"Good." My hand dragged down my face in exasperation.
No one could know Veronica was alive on earth. If it weren't for desperation, the possibility that Viona was in her country, I would never have asked her for help.
Three o'clock. And the car screen rang with the incoming video call.
I straightened immediately. She was punctual as always.
I slid the acceptance button.
She sat in her work chair, not facing the camera. Looked like she was enjoying the view outside her office window.
"What do you see?" I asked, not actually curious.
She turned and pursed her lips. "Are you in a car? The connection isn't that good. Your voice sounds distorted from here."
