It contained a single coordinate and a time.

I stared at the screen as the rain beat against the glass outside.

Arthur closed his briefcase with a sharp click.

“We should leave before the media arrives,” Arthur said.

“The local news has already picked up the police scanners,” he added.

“Go ahead,” I said.

“I have one more thing to secure,” I added.

I slipped the phone into my pocket.

I walked toward the study, the floorboards creaking under my boots.

The room was dark, the only light coming from the streetlamp outside.

The safe in the wall stood open, its metal door swinging slightly.

I reached inside the empty steel cavity.

My fingers brushed against a small, hidden latch at the very back.

I pressed it.

A small compartment clicked open.

Inside was a single black USB drive.

I pulled it out and held it in the palm of my hand.

It was the drive containing the encrypted logs of the military logistics network.

The very network I had been tasked to protect.

The very network the Monroe family had tried to sell.