Harvath shook his head, walked over to his coffee table, and grabbed the ice bucket, bottle of champagne, and two glasses he had ordered in advance. “We need to say good-bye in style.”
Casey smiled. He still had a little bit to learn in the leadership department vis-a-vis second-guessing the people under him, but he did think of everything. That had pissed her off about him more than once. She also knew that she had unfairly held him responsible for what had happened in Paris. She had blamed him for allowing Riley to die, even though she knew he would go back and trade places with her in a second. She was ready to forgive him.
As he held the ice bucket and champagne up for her to see, she smiled and said, “Perfect.”
They walked out onto the soft sand in front of the bungalows, and as the sun began its lazy drop into the ocean, Harvath released the cork and poured them each a glass.
When the sun touched the water, they toasted to Riley’s memory and each took a long, slow sip of champagne. Sitting there on the beach with the thatched bungalows behind them and the waves gently lapping at the shore, they could see why she had so loved this spot. Harvath topped off their glasses.
They stayed there, neither speaking, and drank until the bottle was empty. It was only then that Harvath looked over his shoulder and realized that the staff had quietly been lighting torches illuminating the path to the tiny restaurant. “Hungry?” he asked.
Casey, her eyes closed and her hands behind her in the sand, smiled. “Is the champagne all gone?”
“All gone.”
“Think there’s any more in our minibars?”
“Probably,” replied Harvath. “Do you want me to go check?”
Casey nodded, her eyes still closed.
“I’ll be right back then,” said Harvath as he stood and walked back barefoot to his bungalow.
Stepping inside, he left the door open as he crossed the room, opened the little refrigerator, and looked inside. He fished out a small bottle, and knew it wouldn’t be enough. They were saying good-bye to somebody special. They needed another adult-size bottle.
Walking over to the nightstand, Harvath picked up the phone to contact room service. He had lifted the handset and was about to dial when he noticed someone appear at his bungalow door. A breeze from the ocean billowed the curtains into the room. It was Casey.
“I was just about to order us another bottle,” he said.
“Forget it,” she replied.
“You don’t need another drink?”
Unbuttoning her shirt, she let it fall from her shoulders. “No. Right now, we both need something else.”
AFTERWORD
The concepts of “Total Surveillance” and “Total Information Awareness” have fascinated me for years.
While writing this novel, not a day went by that new material didn’t appear. Deciding what technology to include and what to leave out was particularly challenging. At times, it was like trying to drink from a fire hose.
I have assembled a list of my research material at BradThor.com.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I remember living in Paris, attempting to write my first thriller, and reflecting on what a lonely profession being an author is. Little did I know then, that this was one of many white lies I would tell myself because I was afraid of failing. Only years later, after completing my very first novel, would I realize how wrong I was. Writing and publishing are team sports, and I am happy to be working with some of the best in the business.
First and foremost, my thanks always go to you, my readers. It is because of you that I am able to engage in a career I love. It is also because of you that I strive to improve my craft and get better with every book. Thank you for your support and for that most important ingredient of an author’s success—all of the wonderful word-of-mouth.
My thanks go out to the magnificent, worldwide network of booksellers who stock, sell, and recommend my books. Without them, you wouldn’t be holding this (in any form) in your hands right now.
My dear friend Barrett Moore continues to be an amazing fount of ideas, inspiration, and knowledge. His help on this novel, its concept, and so many of the details was invaluable. Thank you, Barrett, for everything.
Another dear friend, James Ryan, was there (as always) whenever I needed him during the writing process. Thank you for all you have done for me and for what you continue to do for our great nation.
Several more very good friends contributed to this novel and always picked up on the first ring. My thanks go out to Sean Fischer; Scott F. Hill, PhD; Rodney Cox; Chuck Fretwell; Ronald Moore; Steve Tuttle; Jeff Chudwin; and Mitch Shore. I very much appreciate all of your support.
I wish to also thank Katarinna McBride and Clark Pollard for the details they helped authenticate, as well as Jerry Saperstein, who graciously stood on deck ready to help with anything and everything computer related. Any errors in the novel are 100 percent mine.
There are several people who asked that their names not be mentioned in the acknowledgments. All I can say is thank you, and that I am deeply humbled not only by your friendship, but by your undying love and dedication to our country. Thank you for all you do for us.
Now, I get to thank my amazing publishing team. This is my first novel to be published under the new Atria/Simon & Schuster imprint of my stellar editor, Emily Bestler. Emily, I wish you huge success with Emily Bestler Books and look forward to publishing many, many more #1 bestsellers together.
My deepest thanks also go to my phenomenal publishers Carolyn Reidy, Louise Burke, and Judith Curr. Anyone who knows publishing knows how blessed I am to work with Carolyn, Louise, and Judith. Here’s to many more years of success.
Great buzz helps build a great book and nobody builds greater buzz than my extraordinary publicist, David Brown. “Outstanding” doesn’t even come close to describing him, nor does
I also want to thank the superlative Atria/Pocket sales staff, the audio division, and the art and production departments. They do amazing work and I am very grateful for everything.
While on the subject of amazing work, I additionally want to thank the superb Michael Selleck, Gary Urda, Kate Cetrulo, Caroline Porter, Sarah Branham, Irene Lipsky, Ariele Fredman, and Lisa Keim. I hope each of them knows how fortunate I feel to be working with them.
The day I met my sensational literary agent Heide Lange, of Sanford J. Greenburger Associates, Inc., was one of the best days of my life. Every day since then has only gotten better and for that I owe Heide a huge thank you. I hope you know how much you mean to me and how much I appreciate you.
In addition to Heide, I also want to thank the rest of the incredibly talented team at SJGA, particularly the fabulous Rachael Dillon Fried and Jennifer Linnan.
Out on the West Coast, the world’s best entertainment attorney, Scott Schwimer never ceases to amaze me with his business acumen, but also with the depth of his friendship. Thank you, Scottie.
As has become my custom, I always save the best thank-you for last. My two greatest accomplishments in life are as a father and as a husband. I try to be at the dinner table each night, but in the throes of writing, that isn’t always possible. Through it all, I have the undying love and unwavering support of my amazing family. I couldn’t do what I do without them. To my beautiful wife, Trish, and my beautiful
