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But she had no idea where Liam Stuart was or what he’d done with the drone.

Krause had said he was on his way “here.” But that didn’t necessarily mean Krause’s home. Or disclose where he was coming from. Or estimate how long it might take him to arrive.

No, she couldn’t simply wait here for Stuart to show up. Assuming that had been the plan.

Even if he did try to approach the house, when he reached the driveway he wouldn’t advance. Not with first responders and the chaos on the scene.

So now what?

Audrey had no idea where to start looking for Liam Stuart now that Krause was dead.

Which was definitely not okay.

Not even remotely.

But Liam had been on his way, Krause said.

That was hours ago.

Surely he was close by now.

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Chapter 29

Saturday, June 4

Ancaster, Ontario, CA

Morin had made the drive from Manhattan to Ancaster with only one stop for fuel and black coffee. Alone in the Range Rover, he’d had plenty of time to sober up and refine his strategy.

While Fox and Audrey searched for the scientist and the drone, Morin planned a direct assault on Ira Krause. The goal was to get Krause back on board. Which sounded simple but would be far from easy.

The last time they’d seen each other, Morin had escorted Krause directly off the team and told him not to come back.

Krause’s savage response was unprintable in a family newspaper. “Watch your back, Morin. You’re an easy man to find.”

Morin had been rattled by the venomous attack. He hadn’t pegged Krause as a dangerous enemy. Live and learn.

Brax had called three times. Morin let the first two calls go to voicemail. Brax left no messages.

When the third call came, Morin was crossing the border into Canada.

Which was how he discovered Brax had flagged his passport. The border agent scanned the passport as a part of the entry routine. The system notified Brax electronically.

No doubt about it. Brax called again before Morin rolled through the checkpoint.

Brax had trusted him implicitly for two decades. Something had recently shaken his confidence, leading first to Audrey’s deployment onto Morin’s patch, and now to monitoring his movements.

Whatever made Brax wary was something Morin needed to discover and settle as soon as possible.

“Must be pretty early in Quan, isn’t it?” Morin said, yawning, as if he were surprised by the call. “Man, I’m too old to stay out all night.”

Driving now in weak daylight helped some, but he searched the roadside signs for a Tim Horton’s. Strong black coffee and half a dozen donuts would make all the difference.

On the other end of the call, Brax demanded, “Status.”

Good question. Morin had no idea what the project status was. But he couldn’t say as much.

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