Page 39 of Silent Target

I think of Hank.

Frank.

Hersh.

Every person whose connection to me could put them in Graves’s sights.

Beside me, Evie looks out the window. “They’re preparing to eliminate all of you.”

No one answers.

Because she’s right.

Fathom breaks the silence. “I wiped every safehouse and contact I could reach.”

“Good.”

“But there’s one location I can’t erase.”

“The listening station.”

“Yeah.”

Mac Stenson.

Former intelligence liaison.

Friend.

Possible traitor.

If Graves moves him before we arrive, we may never learn which one he is.

“We’re six hours away,” I say.

“You don’t have six hours.”

My eyes narrow. “Explain.”

“I intercepted a transmission.”

Static fills the speakers.

Then a distorted voice says, “Package moves at fourteen hundred.”

Another answers, “Terminate after extraction.”

The recording ends.

Mac is being moved today.

Not tomorrow.

Today.

I accelerate.

The engine growls.