Serrin was awakened by the bleeper in the middle of the night. He’d reprogrammed the unit to alert him whenever an incoming fax was received, and quickly got out of bed to lock the unit into Michael’s fax units. The message chuntered out. This time there was a number to call—and a name. It hadn’t come exactly twenty-four hours later, but then he hadn’t expected to hear anything at all. Manoj Gavakar was dead, after all.