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good chance he’s hacked into the phone systems. And if he’s done that, there’s an equal chance he’ll be running some sort of voice recognition software.”
    “On millions of phone calls?” Grant asks dubiously.
    “So far, he’s demonstrated almost unlimited resources. And if I had unlimited resources, that’s exactly what I would do.”
    “Well, we’ll just have to risk it. There’s no way to get in touch with my contact otherwise.”
    I stare at him. “What?”
    “He has a number set up for just this sort of – ”
    “You don’t know where he lives?!”
    “Guys like JP don’t stay in one place too long.”
    “JP?”
    “Jean-Paul.”
    Jean-Paul. So very… French.
    I shake my head in disbelief. “You can’t, I don’t know, go to where he hangs out?”
    “I have no idea where he hangs out. He could be in Montmartre, or the Latin Quarter, or – ”
    “If you don’t know where he is, how do you know he’s even in Paris?”
    Grant pauses, then shrugs.
    “Oh my God,” I fume. “ Tell me we didn’t just ditch a twenty million dollar plane in the ocean and risk our lives to find a guy who might have moved to Brooklyn.”
    “He doesn’t live in Brooklyn, that I can assure you. French Polynesia, maybe…”
    “Grant!”
    “That’s why I need to make the call.”
    “Who is this guy, that you need his help so much?”
    “He’s the best electronic security systems man in the world.”
    I roll my eyes. “Give me a break, I can hack into any system there is.”
    “Maybe… although if someone asks you the best possible way to get past a FLIR system with an air-gapped server, would you know?”
    I have no idea what a FLIR system is. But ‘air-gapped’ means the computer is not connected to the internet, or networked with any other computers connected to the internet… which means I would be powerless if I’m not standing right there in front of it.
    Checkmate.
    “I doubt this ‘Jean-Paul’ would know what to do with an AES-encrypted server array, either,” I grump, trying to sidestep Grant’s argument.
     “No doubt, but we’ve got you for that, and that’s why we’re going to see JP for the rest. Not to mention he has extensive connections to the French criminal underground, in case we need somebody else with another specialty.”
    “You just want to pull an Ocean’s 11, don’t you. Get your con man, your tightrope walker, your explosives guy…”
    He grins. “Maybe.”
    “Are you absolutely sure there’s no other option?”
    “Well, I’m sure you could probably track him down, but to do that you’d need a new computer, and an internet connection, and – ”
    “FINE. Make the damn call.”
    I’m not very good company for the next few minutes.
    We turn off the major thoroughfare and park on a cobblestone street dotted with cute cafés.
    “Why here?” I ask.
    Grant points at a big red telephone booth across the road.
    “Seriously?” I complain. “A public phone? Why don’t you just call your penthouse in New York and announce exactly where you are?”
    “What do you want me to do, then?” Grant snaps. “Use the cell in the backpack?”
    It’s obvious he’s tired of my snippiness, which pulls me up short a little.
    “No…” I say in a less confrontational (though no more optimistic) tone of voice.
    He sees I’m trying, and softens. “I could steal somebody’s cell phone instead.”
    “No, they’ll run after you and – ”
    “Please,” he scoffs. “They’ll never know. I can do a bump and lift with the best of them.”
    I frown as the meaning of bump and lift slowly sinks in. “You can pickpocket, too?”
    He smirks. “After all you know about me, is that so hard to believe?”
    Billionaire, cat burglar, lock picker, car hot-wirer, architect who uses secret passages he designs to aid in his crimes, target of a serial killer –
    Okay, no, it’s not that hard to believe at all.
    I sigh. “Actually, there’s a good chance they’d have a password