Beckett's Pov
"Can I have your attention?" Martha asked knocking her fork against her glass of wine. Everyone around her turned toward her.
"I would love..." Kate's eyes narrowed as she felt her phone buzz on the white table. Today was a some sort of memorial for Richard Castle. Kate didn't want to be rude for not listening to Martha, but Kate quickly reached for the phone.
Blocked
The screen said. Scowling Kate rose slowly from her chair and excused herself. It was like maybe twenty people at that table, including Martha and Alexis. They all watched as Kate made her way out of the small room and picked up the phone.
"Kate Beckett?" She couldn't explain it, but something felt wrong as she hadn't expected a call at this time a night.
"This's Smith, and we need to talk." A voice and a sentence she had not expected 00:41 in the dark night.