Chapter 202 - Foster

I pushed through the door of the safe house I'd set up almost ten years ago. One of my mentors had told me to make sure I always had bolt holes. Even when I left the Agency. Damned if she hadn't been right.

Checking the low tech security system, I finally let out a breath when I saw that it was unchanged from the last time I was here. I threw my shit on the table, sat down on one of the dusty chairs.

Twenty-four hours behind her. The knowledge sliced through me again.

I knew the longer it took to find her, the less likely I'd find her in one piece. Thankful I'd slept on the plane, I started pulling stuff from my bag. My laptop set up and my phone acting as a hot spot, I was on the line with Nik and Turo as soon as the call connected.

"I'm picking up a couple of burners. Once I have the numbers, I'll make sure you get them. Please tell me we have at least cursory information on the group Papa mentioned."

"Good afternoon to you, too, Foster," Nik said.

"Can the shit, Nik