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“See! You’re more tech savvy than you thought. For the sake of argument, let’s say a million people were connected to each of those five individual towers at the times in question. We would end up with a list of five million phones. We then just search to see which of those numbers connected to all five towers at the same time as the burner. That’s probably not going to be very many. Let’s pick a number out of the air and say it’s ten. At that point it’s just a matter of using billing records to put names to them and see of any of those names set off alarms.”

“You said that was the best-case scenario. What’s worst case?”

“That your mole always makes and receives calls from the same place. Say, his office at Langley. That would only narrow it down to someone who works at the Agency. Not all that helpful.”

“How long?”

“Sara says she’ll start getting raw data in the next twenty-four hours. It’ll be spotty at first, though. Some companies respond faster to these kinds of queries than others. Probably a couple weeks before we receive all the data and analyze it.”

“Get me what you can by the day after tomorrow.”

“Why? What’s important about that?”

“I’m setting up a meeting with a friend of mine from the Agency. I’d like to give him as much as I can and tell him when to expect something more definitive.”

“Irene?”

“No, not Irene.”

“But someone you trust?”

Rapp started in on his mystery salad. “I don’t trust anyone. But he and I have fought together, and I’ve known him for a long time. In fact, he lives right down the street from me. Nothing’s ever perfect, but he’s about as good as it gets.”

46

FRANSCHHOEK

SOUTH AFRICA

MIKE Nash’s surroundings should have brought some semblance of calm, but they were having precisely the opposite effect. The late morning sun was crystal clear, illuminating the mountains and vineyards around him. Temperatures were a little cold for an open car window, but he had it down anyway, searching for the scent of the ocean some twenty miles away.

It almost didn’t feel real. The cool wind. The stunning scenery. The empty road. Rapp could have gotten out. Raced his way back to the top of the endurance athletics circuit. Raised Anna. Loved Claudia. Fuck, he had been out. All he’d had to do was not let himself get dragged back in.