Page 106 of Freeing Lark

Hoot reached for his phone. “Can you remember them?”

Her eyes opened. “I think so.”

“Think carefully.” She rattled off a string of numbers. Hoot typed every digit into his phone.

“Four-seven-three... eight-two-one... zero-six-four...” She paused then nodded. “That’s it.”

“You’re sure?”

“As sure as I can be.”

She looked almost embarrassed. “Numbers have always been easy for me to remember. I don’t know why. I can see them once and they just... stick.”

Hoot stared at her. Killer artistic observation skills and a freakishly good memory. Apparently, he’d underestimated his girl.

He immediately opened his messages and sent the numbers to Flint.

HOOT: Lark remembered numbers stamped on the crates beneath the PSG symbol. 473-821-064. Need Haley/Baker to run them.

The response came less than a minute later.

FLINT: On it.

Hoot looked at Lark. “Now we wait.”

They didn’t wait long. His phone buzzed.

FLINT: Haley has something. Video call. Now.

Hoot was already climbing out of bed.

“Come on.”

Lark blinked. “Now?”

“Now.”

Five minutes later, Hoot was dressed and standing in the home office while Lark followed behind him, pulling her hair into a messy knot.

Haley’s face appeared first, surrounded by the familiar glow of computer monitors. Baker joined from whatever tropical location he’d decided was more comfortable than an actual office, while Flint sat in the Condor’s Overwatch conference room.

Haley looked like she’d been waiting for them. “I ran the numbers through every database I could access.”

Hoot raised an eyebrow. “Every database?”

“Don’t worry about the ones I wasn’t supposed to access.”

“That’s exactly what worries me.”

She ignored him. “I also fed them into SIBYL.”

Lark looked at Hoot. He explained quietly. “SIBYL is Haley’s surveillance and predictive-analysis system. It pulls information from multiple data sources, identifies connections people might miss, and can build patterns from seemingly unrelated pieces of information.”

Haley nodded.

“Basically, SIBYL is very good at finding needles in haystacks.”

“And occasionally setting the haystack on fire,” Voodoo muttered.