Page 380 of Broken Oath

He simply acknowledged that he had been wrong.

Wade’s voice was quieter.

“Did Mom know?”

“No.”

“Where is the archive?” Rook asked.

Dad looked toward Madow’s helicopter.

“Safe.”

Madow laughed again.

“Not for long.”

Dad’s eyes narrowed.

“If you knew where it was, Wade wouldn’t have spent five years inside that mountain.”

Madow went silent.

Good.

I enjoyed that.

Rook folded his arms.

“Enough games. We need the names confirmed.”

Madow didn’t answer.

Dad did.

“Rear Admiral Thomas Grayson.”

A name from my list.

“Director Alan Madow.”

The captured man listening from the other helicopter.

“Senator Richard Vance.”

My hand tightened around the edge of my seat.

“General Robert Sheffield.”

Wade listened without moving.

“Deputy Intelligence Director Walter Graves.”

Another architect.

Another powerful man hiding behind a title.

“Commander Jerry Rhodes.”