“This is a breach of national security.”

He turned to one of the officers on the porch.

“Get the cyber team on the line,” Hayes ordered. “I want a real-time signal trace on that laptop’s hardware MAC address.”

The officer nodded and immediately began speaking into a handheld radio.

Daniel shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his hands twitching at his sides.

“General, surely this is an internal military matter,” Daniel said. “You can’t just search my home.”

“This is my home too, Daniel,” I said. “And I am giving the General full permission to search every inch of it.”

Daniel glared at me, his eyes filled with a sudden, vicious hatred.

“You’re ruining your own life, Morgan,” he whispered.

“No,” I said. “I’m saving it.”

The second officer stepped inside, holding a military-grade tablet.

“Sir,” the officer said, addressing Hayes. “We have a ping on the laptop.”

“Where is it?” Hayes asked.

“The signal is active,” the officer said, looking at the map on the screen. “It’s not in this house.”

I stared at the tablet, trying to read the tiny icons.