THIRTY-THREE

At his permanent suite in the Pavilion, Razor flipped through images on a computer screen. Using Trojans long in place, he zipped past the firewalls. He was scanning footage from the building’s security cameras to see what had happened after their escape.

He was disturbed by how quickly the agency had found the Zornenbach suite. The footage showed that a secondary search had not been random. There had been agents with thermal radar on only one level, not all of them. And in the hallway on level thirty-five, the agents had moved with purpose directly to the suite.

Other footage had shown a muscular blondish-haired agent—no suit, but a black shirt—staring thoughtfully at the refrigerator Razor had left behind on the elevator. It was one thing to deduce how and why Razor and Caitlyn had used it to escape thermal radar. It was another thing to have pinpointed Razor’s home base.

Next they’d find out the suite was registered to Timothy Raymond Zornenbach. That, at least, would send them in a different direction. Looking for Timothy Raymond. Excellent distraction.

Razor flipped through more images. His main focus was the calm, black-shirted agent who seemed to be in charge.

Interesting.

Here was some footage of the guy, going directly into the security office. To talk to Leo. The pig.

That made sense. He’d want the same thing Razor found valuable. Access to the security cameras to learn more.

It gave Razor an idea.

He uploaded all the security camera footage to a remote server, knowing he could access it any time from any computer.

Yes, Razor needed to know more. About the agent who seemed so intelligent. And especially about Caitlyn.

It wouldn’t hurt to talk to another source.