Page 64 of Air Force One (Miranda Chase #16)

Inessa almost missed the text. She was half afraid it was Artemy tracking her down. There’d been no word from him, though he’d never been particularly good at communicating by phone when either of them was traveling.

No, it came from the secure number.

She had to read the text twice. Get takeout from a restaurant in town for three: you and pilots. Don’t eat until back on the plane. Blue pills in galley into both their sodas. Red pill in one. Close your window shade five minutes after they drink.

Inessa had seen The Matrix when it first came to Russia. So both pilots were to receive unreality, or was it reality? She couldn’t remember which was which and she supposed that it didn’t matter.

All she knew was that she herself was shifting between the two—and she didn’t know which way she was going either.