Page 197 of Broken Oath

“What if he escaped?”

Fathom looked at her.

“I don’t know.”

Sarah closed her eyes.

Each answer created three more questions.

Rook understood that kind of uncertainty.

It could hollow a person out.

“Can you identify the facility?” he asked.

“Not yet. But the transfer order contains a partial routing designation.”

Fathom enlarged the surviving characters.

WARD—N

“Warden,” Sarah whispered.

Fathom nodded. “That’s my best guess.”

Rook studied the name.

“Program? Facility? Person?”

“Could be any of them.”

“Search everything.”

“I already started.”

Behind them, the captured mercenary sat restrained inside Cutter’s reinforced storage room. Reef and Maverick guarded him while Cutter arranged medical treatment for the leg wound.

He might know who ordered the cannery attack.

He might know where Marcus went.

Perhaps he knew what Warden meant.

Rook turned toward Sniper.

“Help Cutter question the prisoner.”

Sniper nodded and left.

Sarah remained in front of the monitor.

Her hand lifted toward Wade’s photograph.

Stopped before touching it.

“Wade.”

The name barely escaped her.