Page 59 of Broken Oath

“I didn’t.”

Rook waited.

“You contacted me.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Not directly.” Cutter slowly reached into his coat and removed a folded piece of paper. “This was delivered to my boat two days ago.”

Rook accepted it.

Three words were printed in the center.

THEY NEED YOU.

Beneath the message was the date and location of the funerals.

A silver sword had been drawn at the bottom.

The same sword engraved on the coin inside Rook’s pocket.

“She contacted you,” Rook said.

“If she is the person who sent that, then yes.”

“You don’t know who she is?”

“No.”

“Why did you come?”

Cutter looked toward the six graves.

“Because if there was even a chance one of you survived, I had to know.”

His eyes returned to Rook.

“And because I never believed that mountain was an accident.”

Rook finally accepted the coffee.

It was hot.

Black.

Exactly the way he drank it.

He glanced at the silver sword drawn on the paper.

The woman knew that too.

“What do you know about the mission?” he asked.

“Only what the official report says.”

“Intercepted communications.”

Cutter’s expression hardened. “Bullshit.”