“That’s why we have to approach this from multiple angles,” said Rich. “Senator Filmore represents an opportunity. We just don’t know what it is yet. We’re waiting to see how the Russians handle it. For all we know, they’ll arrange some kind of accident that eliminates the entire Filmore family. It wouldn’t surprise me. He represents a loose end.”

“That’s gruesome,” said Marnie.

“But not out of the realm of possibilities,” said Devin. “Nothing is out of the realm at this point. Not with the Russians. They’ll do anything to protect their sleeper network. Speaking of protecting networks—I need to check on my dad and sister.”

“I’ll put you in direct touch with them when we finish up here,” said Rich. “I spoke with the contact who arranged their protection, and everything is going well. Your sister wasn’t exactly pleased with the work interruption, but I’m told she’s making the adjustment. Same with your father. I trust the group watching over them. They’ll keep your family safe for as long as this takes.”

“Do we have any idea how long that might be?” asked Devin. “I understand this isn’t exactly a timeline-driven operation, but what’s your gut feeling?”

“It’s impossible to say,” said Rich. “Graves and Gupta are putting together a video of the drone footage, gun-camera evidence, and proof-of-death stills. We could upload that to the internet and promote it as evidence of some kind of cult that committed a mass homicide-suicide at the camp. Draw conspiracy crazies from all over the country to the Ozarks to see for themselves and to bug the shit out of Senator Filmore. Put some pressure on the system. Force an error, maybe. I don’t know. It’s a work in progress. We could go your route and expose and disrupt the current network. Get the whole country working on finding the sleepers. Whatever they’re up to, they seem to be picking up speed.”

“That could give them the cover they need to continue operating right in the open, until it’s too late. If everyone is a potential sleeper agent, the whole thing devolves into a perverse, hyper-McCarthyism tornado,” said Devin.

Rich shrugged. “Karl is reaching out to some trusted allies to try and get them on board. One of them could get the CIA involved. The other might get us to the source.”

“In Russia?” asked Devin.

“Most likely,” said Rich. “Based on what Karl discovered.”

“What did he discover?” said Marnie.

“I did some research into who owns the land used for the camp,” said Berg, suddenly looming in the doorway.

Marnie flinched, nearly dropping her beer.

“Jesus. You scared me,” she said.

“A little jumpy, are we?” said Berg. “Welcome to the club. It never goes away if you do this kind of work long enough.”

“I don’t feel edgy,” said Rich.