“No,” Wolfe said shortly, fury cascading off him. “What about the flash drive we took from Eddie’s? Anything?”

“I. Am. Not. A. Hacker,” Frost said, her pointy chin turning red. “So, no. There are, however, several hackers at HDD, though none as good as Brigid.”

“We’ve been taken off the case,” Malcolm reminded him quietly. “There’s no guarantee HDD will take us seriously or decrypt the information. The senator has some juice.”

Angus nodded, his mind reeling. “We have until tomorrow. If we don’t get Brigid back in the next several hours, we’ll have to turn over the flash drive.” Unless he could find a hacker and bring them here. That was an idea. “Raider? You have to have some decent contacts at HDD. Reach out and get me the names of a couple of hackers.”

Agent Frost’s light eyebrows rose in her youthful face. “What then?”

“Then we kidnap them,” Wolfe said grimly, heading for the computer room.

Raider’s jaw set. “Works for me.” He limped after his friend.

* * *

Brigid’s headache traveled to her stomach and made her nauseous as they drove past the homes in McLean, Virginia, and finally parked on the brick-and-stone circle driveway of an imposing stone mansion with wide windows and a curved shingled roof. She tried to fight when Josh pulled her out of the truck, but the guy was too strong. He prodded them both toward the front door.

Brigid looked wildly around, but trees and shrubbery enshrouded the home, giving it privacy. If she yelled, would anybody hear?

“You yell, and I’ll knock you out,” Josh said mildly.

Was he a mind reader, or what? They reached the door, Luke opened it, and they walked into an opulent living room. Josh nudged them down stairs that led to a basement gym. Oh, this wasn’t going to be good.

Barbells, two treadmills, a jump rope, a long mirror, and other exercise equipment were scattered about the space. “Sit,” Josh said.

Brigid eyed Dana and then went to sit on a padded bench, keeping her back to the wall. Dana sat next to her.

Footsteps sounded down the stairs, and Senator Tyson entered the room wearing a tuxedo and perfectly shined shoes. “I was in the middle of a fund-raiser,” he muttered.

“Figured this was your place,” Dana said, sitting straighter, a bruise marring the right side of her face. “The ‘for sale’ sign outside is quite a show of confidence. Sure you’re moving to Pennsylvania Avenue?”

“Yes,” the senator said. “I’m fairly confident.”

Brigid looked from Josh to Tyson. Her body temperature plummeted. “Raider isn’t going to trade the journal and evidence for us.”