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Chapters (52)
  1. Cover
  2. Book Description
  3. Books By Rachel Grant
  4. Dedication
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter Seven
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter Nine
  14. Chapter Ten
  15. Chapter Eleven
  16. Chapter Twelve
  17. Chapter Thirteen
  18. Chapter Fourteen
  19. Chapter Fifteen
  20. Chapter Sixteen
  21. Chapter Seventeen
  22. Chapter Eighteen
  23. Chapter Nineteen
  24. Chapter Twenty
  25. Chapter Twenty-One
  26. Chapter Twenty-Two
  27. Chapter Twenty-Three
  28. Chapter Twenty-Four
  29. Chapter Twenty-Five
  30. Chapter Twenty-Six
  31. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  32. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  33. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  34. Chapter Thirty
  35. Chapter Thirty-One
  36. Chapter Thirty-Two
  37. Chapter Thirty-Three
  38. Chapter Thirty-Four
  39. Chapter Thirty-Five
  40. Chapter Thirty-Six
  41. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  42. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  43. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  44. Chapter Forty
  45. Chapter Forty-One
  46. Chapter Forty-Two
  47. Chapter Forty-Three
  48. Chapter Forty-Four
  49. Epilogue
  50. Fiona Carver Series
  51. Flashpoint Series
  52. About the Author

She pointed to a drawing that looked like a skeleton key and what he recognized from the gift shop as a Native American sasquatch drawing. “He’s going to unlock the exterior door by the bigfoot display. That’s how your team can get in. The display is by the public restrooms on the forest side of the lodge.”

He knew exactly the door she was talking about. “It would help to know when he plans to do all this.”

Audrey stared at the page another moment and let out a squeal, then pointed to a series of symbols that were next to both sets of lightbulbs. “It says right here twelve thirty a.m.”

“What?” He stared at the lines of neatly printed stacked symbols. From top to bottom they read:

◯

⋔

△

N

She turned the page on its side, and the stacked symbols transformed.

Z ▷ ⋺ ◯

“He went to some effort to make sure it wasn’t obvious it says Z-D-3-0.”

“Zero Dark Thirty doesn’t always mean twelve thirty a.m.,” he pointed out. “It’s really any time after midnight.”

“But what is the time most frequently suggested?”

“Good point. He’s not aiming for obscure. So he’s telling us when he’s going to create a diversion from the inside—set off explosives on the second-floor library and in the dining room—and we can slip in through a side door while the mercs are scrambling and seize the lodge.”

“Yes. That’s exactly what I think he’s telling us.”

He glanced at his watch. It was after nine. They had three hours to find the SEALs and get into position to make this work. “We just need to know where the team is.”

“Not to worry. George tells us right here where they are.” She tapped another drawing, the last ones at the bottom of the page. He could hear the excitement in her voice. The elation. She was enjoying this moment. But then, so was he.

George was a damned miracle.

Or would be, as long as he was able to slip into the lodge as planned.

“Where are they?”

“See this drawing? It’s a famous petroglyph on Vancouver Island. Well, the head of one. Not the whole body, or it would be obvious to anyone who looked it’s a representation of a seal. George is being careful, and he knows I’ll recognize it.”

“Okay, a seal symbol makes sense, but why the donkey?” It wasn’t even a petroglyph-style donkey like the other line drawings. No, this one looked like Eeyore, and it had the number “277” written on the animal’s rear.