Page 180 of Silent Target

The floor trembles.

A row of files rolls sideways, exposing a narrow service tunnel.

Falcon stares into it.

“You’ve known about that all along?”

Mac’s shame answers before he does.

“I didn’t trust myself enough to tell you.”

Rook’s expression hardens.

“Do you now?”

Mac meets his eyes.

“I trust you.”

Cold air moves through the tunnel.

“Where does it go?” I ask.

“Half a mile through the mountain. It was built for the Chairman.”

“Can the team fit?”

“Single file.”

Cobra shakes his head. “I hate single file.”

“You complain professionally,” Shark says.

Fathom looks up from his tablet.

“I’ve downloaded most of the vault.”

“Most?” Rook asks.

“One archive is still encrypted.”

“Leave it.”

“I don’t think we should.”

He turns the screen.

The file is named:

FIRST CIRCLE—ACTIVE RECRUITMENT.

A timer appears beneath it.

AUTOMATIC PURGE: 04:58.

Evie tightens her hold on the journal.

“They’re destroying the names.”