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Harry and Heidi were set up in a small, and very secure CIA conference room at two facing terminals.
“Nothing here, Wizard Boy.”
“Nothing here, Witchy Lady.” But he knew that patience was the key to this game.
Well, the first key.
He hoped.
Between them they’d gotten a glimpse of Daemon’s trail a few hours ago. A query had come in, dipping toward that protection code that Heidi had discovered wrapped around Clarissa Reese’s name.
Per agreement, Heidi had slow-hacked Daemon—fast enough to keep her moving, but not so fast as to make her cut and run—while he’d unleashed a suite of tracking tools to race ahead. They’d gotten a clear footprint.
“Same structure as Reese’s protection,” Heidi had gasped out.
As close as you got to a positive ID in the Black Hat world.
When Harry had g
