Page 216 of Broken Oath

“Then trace the connection.”

“I am.”

“How long?”

“I don’t know.”

Sarah turned toward him fully.

“Guess.”

Fathom looked personally offended.

“I don’t guess.”

“Form a highly informed theory.”

Sniper choked on his coffee.

The corner of Rook’s mouth lifted.

Sarah had been listening.

Fathom stared at her for several seconds.

“Six hours.”

“You have three.”

“That isn’t how encryption works.”

“It is today.”

Rook almost laughed.

Fathom turned back to his screens, muttering under his breath.

Sarah looked toward Wade’s photograph.

Alive eleven days ago.

Waiting somewhere inside Warden’s network.

Rook stepped beside her.

“We’ll find the site.”

She looked at him.

“You don’t know that.”

“Yes, I do.”

“How?”

He nodded toward Fathom.

“Because you just made him angry.”