She looked beyond the summary pages to the meat of the report, and found her answer on page seventeen.
After first making sure no one was watching her, she used her phone’s camera to photograph each page of the report. She then closed out of all the Office-related documents, packed away her things, and left.
There was no reason to look for anything else.
She had Quinn’s answer.
CHAPTER 40
Slung between the guards’arms, the prisoners were returned to their cells one by one and dumped on their mattresses.
As the third one shocked, Nate was the third to be brought back. His body didn’t know if it should scream from the welts on his back, or the near electrocution the rest of his system had just received.
He lay on his side, wanting nothing more than for sleep to overtake him, but there was something he had to check first, something he was afraid he already knew the answer to.
He worked the pant leg over his right calf, and opened the seam so he could get into his prosthetic. He slipped his finger into the empty storage space, and immediately knew he’d been right to be concerned. The walls of the container, usually smooth, felt gritty. He pulled his hand out and examined his fingertip.
Black.
He stuck his finger into the compartment again, and hooked it up toward the previously damaged emergency beacon button. Not only was there more grit, but what was left of the button was now deformed, melted. He tried pushing it, but the button was frozen in place.
Though most of his carbon-fiber prosthetic was purely mechanical and undamaged by the electroshock, the excess electricity had gotten to the emergency beacon and destroyed it.
For the first time, Nate began to despair. Though he’d known there was a chance the beacon had already stopped working because of the bolt, he’d still been hopeful. Now he knew whatever help it might have brought wasn’t coming, and if he was going to get out of his situation alive, it would be up to him alone.
Given his current physical condition, he wasn’t a big fan of his odds.
CHAPTER 41
Quinn stood on the balcony at the back of their room and looked out at the city. While the sun was still hovering above the western horizon, lights had begun to flicker on here and there. He heard the sound of a jet engine not far away as a plane roared down the airport runway, and from below the sound of cars moving toward home or work or who knew where.
The sliding door opened behind him, and Orlando stepped out.
“Anything?” he asked her.
She shook her head. “Some of the storage systems the radar data’s on leave a lot to be desired, so that’s slowed things down.”
He nodded, returning his gaze to the city.
“What did you say to Liz?” Orlando asked, coming up beside him.
He looked at her, concerned. “Why?”
“It’s just, well, she said something nice about you.”
“Oh, she did, did she? And what was that?”
Before Orlando could answer, Quinn’s phone vibrated. He pulled it out of his pocket and looked at the display. It was a video call.
“It’s Misty,” he said.
As they headed back inside, he pushed ACCEPT. Misty appeared on the screen.
“Hi,” he said. “Was beginning to worry about you.”
“Sorry. It, uh, took me a bit longer than I’d thought it would,” she said.
“Did you find anything?”
“Yes.”
Not
The others crowded around him as he said, “Tell me.”
“First I checked on jobs you and Berkeley shared. There were six.”
Exactly the number Quinn remembered.
“You and Curson were on seven,” she went on. “And Curson and Berkeley had ten in common.”
Twenty-three jobs. That was a lot to sift through, but better than it could have been. “Maybe if we go through them one at a time, something will stand out.”
“Wait. I’m not through. At first there didn’t seem to be any jobs the three of you were on together.”
“That’s because there weren’t any jobs the three of us worked on together.”
“You wouldn’t have known.”
He hesitated a moment. “A blind job?” Blind jobs were the kind where most of the players didn’t come in contact with each other. Quinn had tried to avoid those as much as possible.
“Not a blind job.”
“Then I’m not following you, because we were never on the same job. I would remember that.”
“You don’t remember because
He frowned. “Now you’ve lost me completely.”
“This particular job, you were originally assigned to it, but the date was pushed and ended up conflicting with something else Peter needed you for.”
That made more sense. Though it didn’t happen often, Peter had moved his schedule around sometimes. “So what job are we talking about?”
“Does Isla de Cervantes ring a bell?”
He thought for a moment, then nodded.
Four years earlier, Peter had called him with an assignment. The only thing he told Quinn at the time was the location: Isla de Cervantes. “Straightforward,” Peter had said. “You’ll get the details next week.” Only the details never came. A few days later, Peter called back, reassigning him to a job in Oslo.
But the memory wasn’t why the nape of Quinn’s neck was tingling. It was because Isla de Cervantes was in the same zone Nate’s beacon was in.
“I remember,” he said. “So if I hadn’t been removed, all three of us would have been on this job?”
“Yes. It’s the only time your names overlap on anything Peter was running.”
“Who else was on it?”
“Three others. Four, if you count the man who replaced you. Geoffrey Saban was team leader, and Oren Karper and Zach Lanier were ops.”
“And the new me?”
“Michael Stallard.”
A competent cleaner, not quite Quinn’s level, but…
He looked over at Orlando. While Stallard and the first two names Misty had mentioned weren’t on their potential-missing list, Lanier’s was.
Orlando immediately understood what he wanted her to do. She walked several feet away, pulling out her phone.
