As far as Blake knew, Timothy Sabian wouldn’t have clearance or access to any of those computers. So then, who would have sent it? Someone in the Bureau? But that didn’t make sense. How would an agent have gotten ahold of that photo? Was it faked? And again, why was it sent—and how would the sender have gotten this email address in the first place?

The materials you gave Julianne? Maybe Timothy got your information from that—or he may have gotten it from her before killing her.

“What’s your take on this?” he asked Mannie.

“For a novelist, Mr. Sabian is either a lot more skilled at hacking or a lot more connected than I would have guessed.”

“Or it wasn’t him.”

“Yes.”

Although Blake didn’t want to get distracted by this, he did want some answers. “Mannie, it’s time we find out more about that young man and what he’s truly capable of.”

“And Reese? The canisters?”

“It’s being handled by the team in Phoenix.”

“What about his son?”

“We’ll have to see how things go.”

Mannie hesitated slightly. “Alright.”

After his associate stepped away, Blake thought of one other place where the leak might have originated. He put through a call to the escort. “Sasha, it’s me.”

“Hey.”

“I’d like to see you.”

“I’d like to see you too.”

“You snuck out on me last night.”

“I have . . . There are other clients that I work with.”

“Of course. Are you free today?”

“When?”

“What about right now?”

“I’m free.”

“Where are you? I’ll send a car to pick you up.”

“I can come to where you are.”

“It’s not a problem, Sasha. I’ll send someone for you.”

“Alright.” She told him a location on the Lower East Side. “I’ll be waiting.”

++++

Sasha hung up.

She had to decide whether or not to tell anyone that Blake had just contacted her. On the one hand, she wanted to keep it to herself to avoid alerting any personnel who might have been compromised from finding out. However, on the other hand, she knew that since she was working with the Bureau now, transparency was important.

Greer was in the office with her and must have noticed how conflicted she looked because he said to her, “You alright?”

“Yeah.”

So, fill him in or not?

Do it.

Cooperate with the Bureau.

She told him what was going on. “Do you think I should go? If we arrest the driver, that’ll undoubtedly spook Blake, and if he’s in the wind, we might have lost our chance of tracking him down. And his men are good. I’m afraid that whoever Blake sends will be able to make us if we have a team waiting.”