Chapters (61)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- CONTENTS
- START READING
- PART ONE
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- PART TWO
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- PART THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FIFTY
- EPILOGUE
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
He saw now what last night had been about. The camaraderie at the diner. Jenn had been putting on her own show. She’d tried to hack him, appealing to his insecurity and his vanity. She’d taken him out for dinner, held his hand, and whispered sweet nothings in his ear. All to get him to go back to DC peacefully.
What was the first rule to getting someone to fall in line? Figure out what they need and give them a taste. Not enough to sate them, but enough to whet their appetite. Enough that they wanted more. Needed more. Well, what did he need? Respect? Appreciation? Accomplishment? Wasn’t that what Jenn had fed him last night at the diner? Buffed his ego until it shone. Played on his loyalty to Suzanne and counted on it to control him. Gibson looked in the passenger seat at the manila envelope. Inside was ten thousand dollars. In cash. A bonus from ACG for his “outstanding” work. That had certainly been meant to help the medicine go down, hadn’t it?
If this had been the plan from the beginning, to send him home after they found WR8TH, the next question was why. What was it George Abe said to him the day they’d met about wanting to have a serious conversation with the man who took Suzanne? Something about giving the FBI the leftovers. Well, wouldn’t it make sense to have him safely out of the way for that? Did they even care about finding Suzanne? And if not, what was it they were after?
The real question was what he was going to do about it. First things first. He drove to a UPS store, folded a thousand dollars into his hip pocket, and boxed the rest of the money. He mailed it to Nicole with a note. If this went badly, at least she would have the money. He walked out into the sunshine and jangled the car keys in his hand.
Let the games begin.
He might not be able to tail Hendricks, but he didn’t really need to. When Hendricks had forgotten his phone outside his room, Gibson had taken it as an invitation to make a few personal upgrades. Hendricks’s personal data was all encrypted, of course, so it wasn’t easily accessible. But since Gibson didn’t want or need access to the data, it had been simple enough to move it off the phone temporarily, jailbreak the phone, install a program of his own, and reload Hendricks’s encrypted data back onto the device.