Page 193 of Broken Oath

The contact lasted only a second.

Still, Rook felt it.

So did she.

Then she took the file and held it against her chest.

“Is it complete?”

“I don’t know.”

Behind them, flames consumed the lower level of the Northern Star.

Cutter’s crew carried the recovered boxes toward the tug.

They had lost part of the evidence.

Not all of it.

More importantly, they had captured one of the men sent to destroy it.

Rook looked toward the prisoner.

“Get him to the warehouse.”

Sarah stared down at Wade’s file.

Her hands trembled.

Only slightly.

But Rook saw.

Whatever waited inside those pages might answer the question she had carried for five years.

Or it might give her an entirely new reason to be afraid.

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ROOK

The warehouse remained silent.

Nobody touched the coffee.

Nobody spoke.

The storm battered the windows while Fathom examined the files recovered from the Northern Star.

Sarah stood near his workstation.

Close enough to read the screen.

Close enough to demand answers.

The paper file hadn’t contained much.

Wade Parker’s photograph.