Three hours before Leo's operation was scheduled to begin, I received a call that turned my blood to ice. The caller ID showed the medical unit's emergency number, but the voice belonged to Dr. Volkov.
"Mrs. Prescott, I thought you might be interested in some news." Her voice carried through the encrypted line with something that could almost be called amusement. "Your associates seem to have developed an unhealthy interest in our facilities."
My fingers tightened around the secure communication device. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Of course not. Just as you don't know that Mr. Leo Castellanos is currently coordinating strikes against our Geneva laboratory." Dr. Volkov's laugh was sharp as broken glass. "Mrs. Prescott, Phoenix Legacy has survived thirty years by never unde
