Chapter Twenty-Four: Connecting The Dots Pt 3

I’m startled awake by the sound of a ringing phone. As my body jolts to life – much to my surprise – so does the body of Silas, who happens to be tangled beneath me. Our heads collide as he jolts up in response to the phone, and with a cry and a groan, we both clutch our heads. In a hurry to answer his phone, Silas doesn’t realise the position we’re in, and rolls over, knocking me to the ground with a thud.

“Hey!” I shout, as I rub my now aching head.

“Shit, sorry,” he says as he grabs his phone off the coffee table and answers it.

I tune out his conversation as I slowly get up and rub my ass. Just another bruise I can add to the wounded canvas that has become my body. I make my way to the kitchen to make some tea as I try to recall how we ended up in the position we found ourselves in. We’ve spent the last few days going over everything from the very beginning, analysing any detail we might have missed even down to when we both arrived in Moscow and who we spoke to when we arrived