Page 272 of Rangers Mountain Rescue
The agent doesn’t interrupt.
Doesn’t deny it.
Which tells me enough.
“He lost contact with you two days before he went dark,” I continue. “Which means he knew something was off.”
Briggs nods slowly.
“Meaning he wouldn’t carry the intel on him,” he adds.
“Exactly.”
I look back at the agent.
“So where is it?” he asks.
I almost smile.
Because now?
Now he’s asking me.
“Not where you think,” I say.
His eyes narrow.
“Then where?”
I don’t answer.
Not yet.
Because I’m still putting it together.
Tank.
The kind of man he was.
The way he operated.
The way he thought.
Not digital.
Not trackable. It wasn’t in the locked box.
Not something that could be intercepted.
No.
Tank would go old school.
Physical.
Hidden.
Secure.
