Lyra
After seeing Lewis, I made up my mind. I was going to contact Randall.
The card he had given me was in my dress pocket. Before leaving for the holding room, I’d slipped it in. It had been an impulse, but now I knew it was my subconscious trying to tell me something.
I pulled it out.
The VARYNTHORN gold-plated name and a call number stared straight at me. I hesitated for two seconds, then I dialed the number.
He picked up almost immediately.
“Hello?”
“Hi. Am I onto Mr. Randall?”
“Yes, you are, and…” surprise coated his voice. “…Lyra?”
“Yes. It’s me.”
“Wow, I didn’t think I’d hear from you this soon.”
“I hope it’s not a bad time.”
“No, no, not at all.” I heard the faint shuffle of papers in his background. Then, “Is everything okay?”
“No, actually,” I replied quickly. “I
