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Chapters (57)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Foreword
  4. Prologue
  5. One
  6. Two
  7. Three
  8. Four
  9. Five
  10. Six
  11. Seven
  12. Eight
  13. Nine
  14. Ten
  15. Eleven
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Sixteen
  21. Seventeen
  22. Eighteen
  23. Nineteen
  24. Twenty
  25. Twenty-One
  26. Twenty-Two
  27. Twenty-Three
  28. Twenty-Four
  29. Twenty-Five
  30. Twenty-Six
  31. Twenty-Seven
  32. Twenty-Eight
  33. Twenty-Nine
  34. Thirty
  35. Thirty-One
  36. Thirty-Two
  37. Thirty-Three
  38. Thirty-Four
  39. Thirty-Five
  40. Thirty-Six
  41. Thirty-Seven
  42. Thirty-Eight
  43. Thirty-Nine
  44. Forty
  45. Forty-One
  46. Forty-Two
  47. Forty-Three
  48. Forty-Four
  49. Forty-Five
  50. Forty-Six
  51. Forty-Seven
  52. Forty-Eight
  53. Forty-Nine
  54. Fifty
  55. Praise for Linwood Barclay
  56. Also by Linwood Barclay
  57. About the Publisher

Nick Loveland and Rory Glidden. Both twelve and both, Katie believed, pains in the ass. Kind of, well, like her brother. Nick was sitting up front, and Rory was in the back.

The door had retracted and Archie was dropping into the seat next to Rory.

“Archie!” Katie said. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Someplace you’re not!” he shouted.

“Pamela!” Nick shouted. “Close the door!”

Jesus, Katie thought. You don’t even need a grown-up in the car to get one of these things to take you around.

Before Katie could consider the wisdom of diving into the car and dragging her brother out, the door began sliding shut. Archie stuck a baby finger in each corner of his mouth, pulled wide, and wiggled his tongue at her.

“You are in such deep shit!” Katie shouted at him through the glass.

Archie, who was now in the process of dropping his pants and mooning his sister, did not appear overly concerned.

Five

Standing at the tail end of the ferry, on a lower, less populated deck area of the ship—too far from the food and drink to attract any real members of the media—Brandon Kyle looked down at the frothy wake and the mainland receding into the distance, resting his elbows on the railing.

He thought about what Rebecca Geary had said. About him—well, she didn’t know it was him standing there right next to her—needing proof that the Arrival corporation was guilty of sabotage. How knowing something, and proving it, were two very different things.

And yet, he knew what had happened. At least the broad strokes.

It had begun with one of his top programmers, Emeril Francisco. Emeril was nothing short of a genius, who, at twenty-nine, was one of the most valuable members of the Gandalf team. He’d been with them six years, and what made him invaluable was that he wasn’t like everyone else. Emeril didn’t think in words. Emeril thought in numbers. He thought in code. Kyle guessed that when Emeril was having sex, he was counting thrusts and calculating arousal time. He was worth every one of those five hundred thousand dollars a year Kyle was paying him.