The Skype call was obscured by static, but his companion's voice was clear enough. "I recovered them. Nearly a hundred. You send me the money, and I'll tell you where I'm keeping them."
"Bela," he said, and he liked to think that she flinched that he knew her real name, "You are a treasure. Pleasure working with you."
"I'm not working with you," she spat in reply. "You're just a buyer."
"Semantics."
Crowley reached forward and disconnected the call.
