Page 192 of Broken Oath

Young.

Confident.

The name beneath the image read:

COMMANDER WADE PARKER

Sarah’s brother.

Rook removed the file.

“Sarah.”

Silence answered.

Then her voice came carefully.

“What?”

“I found Wade’s personnel record.”

She stopped breathing.

Rook could hear the silence through the radio.

“Bring it,” she said.

Two words.

Barely controlled.

Rook secured the file beneath his vest.

“Moving out.”

They carried the evidence through the smoke.

The corridor ceiling groaned.

“Run,” Cobra ordered.

No one questioned him.

They reached the exterior deck seconds before part of the engine-room structure collapsed behind them.

Fire rolled into the passage.

Sarah stood near the gangway.

The moment Rook stepped onto the dock, her eyes dropped to the file beneath his vest.

He pulled it free.

She reached for it.

Their fingers touched.

Sarah froze.