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Matt sent Detective Thompson a message to check with Andrew Gardner’s employer about any unstamped letters addressed to him.

“I’ll have the local cops follow up on that,” Matt said. “What are you thinking?”

“If there’s a note and poppy at Andrew’s work, they were expecting him to return. And they only left because the person staying in that cabin on Morrison’s property saw him with Riley.”

“Which puts her at risk,” Matt said. He was getting a bad feeling about this case. “You all need to watch each other.”

“We are,” Kara assured him. “You know, if theyarewatching, then they know the FBI is involved and we’ve connected the murders—even though there is nothing about it in the press.”

“It would have happened eventually,” Matt said. “The murders are too unusual.”

“I guess what I’m trying to say is, you also need to be careful. If they’re watching, you’re now the face of the investigation.”

“They don’t know me from Adam,” he said. “I could be anyone in law enforcement. And by your reasoning, they could be down there, watching Morrison’s house. That puts you and the team in the crosshairs.”

“I’m more worried about the other people Morrison created identities for,” Kara said. “Maybe they couldn’t find them all right away, but if Havenwood’s hit squad have their full names it’s just a matter of time.”

“We’ll find them first,” Matt said, sounding more confident than he felt. “I’m going to catch a few hours’ sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow. Be careful. Love you.”

“Love you too,” she said and ended the call.

He smiled. It had taken months before Kara could say the words, and she didn’t say them often, but when she did, it always made him inexplicably happy.

27

Havenwood

Calliope paced the length of the Office, waiting for the call. Back and forth, back and forth. She was so tired ofwaiting, waiting, waitingfor news.

The Office was the only building in Havenwood that consistently had cell phone reception. Their computers were here, charging phones that they took when they left the sanctuary, along with their business files. Few people were allowed inside.

Her mother, Athena, had had an open-door policy. Need to call your mother? Of course! Want to read the news? Go right ahead. Want to wish your sister a happy birthday? Not a problem. It had become Grand Central until Calliope put an end to it.

Havenwood was not a part of the world; they were separate, self-sufficient, complete. Robert had set up the financial structure before he betrayed her, but she was smart. She rebuilt Havenwood. Stronger. Better. More secure.

The phone rang and she practically jumped on it. She forced herself to wait until after the second ring before she answered.

“Hello,” she said calmly, though her heart was pounding.

“It’s Anton.”

“You’re late. You said you would take care of Donovan and Andrew this morning.”

“Donovan is dead. Andrew never showed.”

Rage began to boil. She squeezed her fist around the phone. Control. She needed to maintain control.

“Why?” she said in a calm, authoritative voice. She was the leader of Havenwood, she reminded herself.

“We waited for several hours, suspecting he couldn’t leave work immediately but would at lunch. But then Evan called. Andrew showed up at the hacker’s house.”

She breathed easier. “Evan dealt with him.”

“He wasn’t alone.”

“So?” Calliope was growing increasingly annoyed. Anton wasn’t usually so cryptic.

“Riley was with him.”

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