Chapters (72)
- TITLE PAGE
- COPYRIGHT PAGE
- DEDICATION
- CONTENTS
- PROLOGUE
- PART I
- CHAPTER 1
- CHAPTER 2
- CHAPTER 3
- CHAPTER 4
- CHAPTER 5
- CHAPTER 6
- CHAPTER 7
- PART II
- CHAPTER 8
- CHAPTER 9
- CHAPTER 10
- CHAPTER 11
- CHAPTER 12
- CHAPTER 13
- CHAPTER 14
- CHAPTER 15
- CHAPTER 16
- CHAPTER 17
- CHAPTER 18
- PART III
- CHAPTER 19
- CHAPTER 20
- CHAPTER 21
- CHAPTER 22
- CHAPTER 23
- CHAPTER 24
- CHAPTER 25
- CHAPTER 26
- CHAPTER 27
- CHAPTER 28
- CHAPTER 29
- CHAPTER 30
- CHAPTER 31
- PART IV
- CHAPTER 32
- CHAPTER 33
- CHAPTER 34
- CHAPTER 35
- CHAPTER 36
- CHAPTER 37
- CHAPTER 38
- CHAPTER 39
- CHAPTER 40
- CHAPTER 41
- PART V
- CHAPTER 42
- CHAPTER 43
- CHAPTER 44
- CHAPTER 45
- CHAPTER 46
- CHAPTER 47
- CHAPTER 48
- CHAPTER 49
- CHAPTER 50
- CHAPTER 51
- CHAPTER 52
- CHAPTER 53
- CHAPTER 54
- CHAPTER 55
- CHAPTER 56
- PART VI
- CHAPTER 57
- CHAPTER 58
- CHAPTER 59
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
“None. But I have two Kentucky plates. The rest are regional, with a few Floridas and an Illinois,” said Gupta. “They’re all in the system now, so if they come up again tonight, we’ll have a heads-up.”
“Might not be a bad idea to take a spin through any nearby hotel parking lots,” said Daly.
“Actually, that’s a stellar idea,” said Farrington. “What are we looking at?”
“There’s a Hampton Inn on the southern edge of Falls Church. Pretty close to Marnie Young’s house,” said Gupta. “We should definitely swing through there. I also see a few motor lodge–type places a little farther down Broad Street. And a Marriott TownePlace Suites a few streets over to the west. An Econo Lodge in East Falls Church.”
“We may as well hit all of them,” said Farrington. “It’ll take Young some time to arrange the Airbnb. We can’t really start any serious planning until we have that address—and the rest of the team, which should be in place before rush hour starts.”
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CHAPTER 22
Devin Gray paced the vault while Berg spoke with the man who held their fate in his hands. Berg mostly listened, responding here and there with a question or a brief answer—none of which gave Devin any indication one way or the other what the team had decided. This went on for another minute, until the call ended, and Berg stood with his hands on his hips, staring at the evidence wall. Not saying a word.
“Well,” said Devin, approaching him.
Berg turned his head and nodded, a satisfied grin on his face. “They’re in. No cost to us.”
“No cost?”
“No major costs. We’ll pay for their food, incidentals, and emergency purchases. Little stuff like that.”
“That’s really generous of them,” said Devin. “They can spend everything in that safe as far as I’m concerned.”
“They won’t need it. The team was given access to a generously funded account for this job. I contacted someone with a vested interest in national security matters. A well-intentioned and thoroughly vetted benefactor.”
“I feel like this isn’t going to be a secret for very long at this rate,” said Devin. “How much did you tell this benefactor?”
“Very big picture. No details. She trusts my judgment.”
“Is there anyone else in on the secret that I should know about?”
“No. That’s it,” said Berg.
“What is the team’s timeline?”
“Rich is flying in five operatives to help with the heavy lifting. They’ll arrive at different times throughout the afternoon and early evening. The team should be assembled and ready to meet with us tonight. I know most of them on some level. We’re in good hands.”
“Sounds like he made up his mind a little earlier than this call,” said Devin.