"Niel…Niel…”
“Hmmm.” I dragged the pillow over my face. “Five more minutes, Mum.”
Someone cleared his throat. “Niel, we’ve found Jonas.”
I sat up so abruptly I nearly clashed heads with—Matthew, who was leaning over me. “When? How? What time is it? Where am I? What’s happening?”
“It’s early afternoon and you’re in my apartment,” he said, gently pushing the hair out of my eyes. “Your father has checked into a Travelodge near Leeds—we traced him by his credit card and the GPS on your phone.”
I flailed wildly. “Early afternoon? Oh God. How? I need to go.”
“You needed to sleep. We know where Jonas is now and where he will be. We have time.”
“Okay, but…but…”
“We have time,” Matthew repeated, in a voice that permitted no dissention. “You will shower, dress, and eat, and Finesilver will
