Page 107 of Undercover Savior

“CCTV footage?”

“There’s nothing after his departure on Christmas day. Nothing with Fallon meeting with someone else either.”

“We need to find him.”

Gus nodded. “On it.”

“This means Fallon, or someone else, was controlling the fucking footage,” I said, not making eye contact with anyone in the room. The fault of Fallon’s infiltration did not lie on the shoulders of any one person. All of us were to blame, and I’d not have Con thinking I held him alone responsible.

“We believe that’s true with Glenshadow as well,” said Tag. “Which explains why we couldn’t find the intruders’ access points.”

“The tunnels,” said Sullivan.

“Come again?” Tag asked.

“They probably accessed Glenshadow through the tunnels connecting it to Ashcroft and Blackmoor.”

“It’s definitely possible,” responded Tag. “It also stands to reason that they initially planned to abduct Sullivan, but had to abandon the plan when we discovered the perimeter breach.”

“So Fallon switched her plan of attack in order to find out how much Sullivan knew and how much she’d shared with us.”

“A logical line of thinking,” said Tag.

“Con, you had dinner with Fallon the same night, correct?” I asked.

“Affirmative.”

My head cocked. “But then, she arrived at Glenshadow the following day via helicopter.”

“Again, that is correct. Since transport had already been arranged to take you to Edinburgh, I offered to have her picked up on the Isle of Arran first.” Con pushed away from the table, put his elbows on his knees, and lowered his head.

“Con, don’t.”

“I can’t help it. I actually said I believed Fallon was on the side of good, not evil. I gave you my reassurance.” He got up and left the room.

“Give him a minute,” I said when Tag stood to follow.

“He said it himself. Everyone here is asking themselves the same thing. How was Fallon Wallace able to infiltrate SIS?”

“I understand, Tag, and I predict there will come a time when each of us experiences what Con is going through presently. All I’m suggesting is we give him a few minutes to collect himself.”

“Right. Of course. Apologies.”

Less than five minutes later, Con returned. “Typhon and Viper are arriving earlier than expected. They should be touching down momentarily.”

“I’ll go get them,” Gus offered.

After he left the room, I glanced at Sullivan’s computer screen when an instant alert popped up.

“It’s another message from Clive,” she said. “What should I do?”

“I’d like to suggest you consider holding off a bit longer until we’ve had a chance to debrief further,” said Con.

“Of course,” she responded. “May I ask something else on the same subject?”

“Go ahead.”

“Given what we know now, do we still believe my uncle has been working with Weber?”

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