Page 166 of Black Reign

“We don't know yet.”

“You always know.”

“Not this time.”

Interesting.

“Entry point?”

“European architecture.”

“Internal?”

“Possibly.”

I hate that word.

“Data loss?”

“Unknown.”

“Who has clearance?”

“Very few.”

“Send me the logs.”

“You're coming back.”

It isn't a question.

I look toward the dark window.

California.

Wedding over.

Vesper somewhere beyond the property.

For the first time in years, I don't immediately want to return to Europe when Blackwell calls.

That alone tells me I should.

“When?”

“Tonight.”

“It is tonight.”

“Then stop being difficult.”

I almost smile.

Family affection.

My father looks offscreen, then back.

“One more thing.”