I handed Jack back the phone but didn't immediately say anything. Because what was there to say?
The Directorate's best guardian had turned rogue. The hunter had become the hunted.
And the hunted was coming after me.
I hugged my knees a little closer to my chest. "I guess the one good thing is that bringing clown Gautier will probably be a piece of cake compared to Starr."
"If you think that, then you're not as bright as I thought you were."
"Way to kill feeble hopes, boss." I blew out a breath. "So what do we do now?"
He shrugged. "We wait. And when he finally shows himself, we'll kill him."
How? I wanted to ask, When you couldn't even contain him when surprise was on our side? When he didn't even know he was being watched?
"He won't get you, Riley. I promise." Jack raised a hand and lightly squeezed my shoulder. "There's a car waiting near the gates - why don't you go see your brother?"
"And the cleanup here?"
"Could take days yet. But there's plenty of people here to worry about it. You need to rest and recuperate."
I blew out a breath, then rose. I'd go see my brother, then get the bath and coffee I desperately craved.
After that, there was nothing I could do but wait.
And worry.
Because death was coming after me, and it was going to take every ounce of strength I had to survive him.