Page 107 of Broken Oath

Fathom nodded.

Rook leaned over the keyboard and typed.

WHICH ONE?

The cursor blinked.

Waiting.

The answer appeared.

FIND MAC STENSON.

The message vanished.

Every trace of the connection disappeared with it.

Rook looked toward Stenson’s photograph.

The intelligence officer accused of betraying the mission.

The only suspect who hadn’t profited.

The man someone had tried to frame.

Sniper stepped beside him.

“You think she’s telling the truth?”

“I think someone tried to kill us before we could meet a source offering information about Graves.”

Rook removed Mac Stenson’s photograph from the wall.

“And now she’s pointing us toward the man everyone wants us to believe is guilty.”

“What do we do?” Reef asked.

Rook studied Stenson’s face.

Months of investigating accounts and documents had gotten them close enough to frighten the enemy.

Now it was time to stop chasing records.

“Find him.”

Fathom began typing.

Shark and Maverick moved toward the equipment lockers.

Falcon locked down the warehouse.

Reef spread a map across the central table.

For the first time since the mountain, Rook had more than an investigation.

He had a team.

Outside, rain swept across the harbor.