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anger in Randall’s voice was overlaid by fatigue.
    “Not necessarily. But we need to push for that on the next contact. How have they been getting in touch with you?”
    “They sent me a phone.” He fumbled in his pocket and dug out a generic cell, the disposable kind available in any drugstore.
    Jake flipped it and pulled off the back panel: no SIM card, which meant it would be nearly impossible to clone. Someone was being very careful. “Funny they didn’t just text you the photo,” Jake mused, handing the phone back.“And I’m guessing hitting the call return button doesn’t work.”
    “The number is blocked. I even had one of the lab guys see if they could trace it, but nothing. Maybe the phone company…”
    Jake shrugged. “I’ll give it a shot, but chances are they’re calling you from the exact same thing, a prepaid cell that gets tossed when the minutes are gone. And if they’re really smart, they paid cash for it. Tough to even triangulate those.”
    Randall slumped lower in his seat. One more bit of bad news and he’d be on the floor, Jake thought.
    “So you’re saying there’s nothing you can do,” Randall mumbled.
    “Nope, not saying that at all. But it sure as hell won’t be easy. And not knowing what they’re after doesn’t help.” Randall started to speak, but Jake waved him quiet. “We’ll leave that for now. What’s our time frame?”
    “They said it would be in stages. I’m supposed to go to work, pretend everything is normal, and get them the information.”
    “How do you get it out of the lab?”
    “Flash drive.” A pained expression crossed Randall’s face. “To get it out undetected, I have to—”
    Jake cut him off. “Trust me, that sounds like ‘need to know,’ and I’m not feeling the need right now. So you’re getting them something this week?”
    “It might be information, or it could involve rescheduling some…things. They haven’t told me yet.”
    Jake eyed Randall coldly. The guy was scratching at some ketchup that had congealed on the surface of the table. “So tell me, Doc. You’re a smart guy. Say you do everything they ask you to. I’m guessing you’ve got a pretty good idea what the end result would be, right?”
    Randall paused, then nodded without lifting his eyes.
    “All right. So what are we talking here? How bad could it be?”
    Randall waited a long time before responding. His eyes swept the room, taking in all the people with their cardboard cups, laptops and cell phones. He slowly shook his head. “It depends.”
    “Depends on what?”
    “Let’s just say they could do a lot of things with what I give them. All of which could result in significant loss of life.”
    “What, hundreds of people?” When Randall didn’t respond, Jake raised his eyebrows and asked, “Thousands?”
    “Maybe. That’s why you need to find Madison soon. Because I can’t allow them to get their hands on what they’re looking for. No matter what.”
    In spite of himself Jake was shaken by the finality in Randall’s eyes. If it came down to it, he was willing to sacrifice his daughter. And the only thing standing between him and that outcome was Jake and Syd. Bad odds, any way you looked at it. Jake cleared his throat. “So. Looks like I better get to work, huh?”
     
    Dante Parrish ran a hand over his bald scalp, the stubble reassuring against his palm. No need to be nervous, everything was going better than expected. Still, he always had to gather himself before opening the large mahogany door. Most people would find that surprising: at six-five, two-fifty, Dante wasn’t easily intimidated. But Jackson Burke could make him quake.
    Dante rapped twice with his huge knuckles, then turned the knob. Inside was the kind of office he used to think only existed in movies: plush carpets, fancy paintings on thewalls, sweeping views of downtown Phoenix. An enormous desk dominated the room, mahogany, like the door. Aside from that and two small armchairs,