Page 182 of Broken Oath

Silence fell across the harbor.

That was proof.

Marcus hadn’t merely failed to protect the mission.

He had deliberately prevented Rook from learning it was compromised.

Sarah closed her eyes.

When she opened them, the grief had turned to certainty.

“He sent you onto that mountain knowing it was a trap.”

Rook looked toward the road where Marcus had escaped.

“He made sure I never received the warning.”

It wasn’t proof Marcus had ordered the ambush.

But it proved he had allowed it to happen.

Six men were dead because he deleted one message.

Hammer.

Ghost.

Viking.

Tex.

Ridge.

Bishop.

Rook felt the mountain rise inside him.

Gunfire.

Smoke.

Blood beneath his hands.

Viking’s final command.

Find him.

Now Rook had.

“Fathom, lock down every record connecting Lane to that message.”

“Already done. Multiple backups.”

“Find his vehicle.”

“Traffic cameras lost it four miles north of the harbor.”

“Then search satellites, private security feeds, fuel stations—everything.”