Chapter 17 The Ultimatum

• I kept holding the cheap plastic burner phone, staring down at the screen. Beside me, Elias stood motionless, his eyes locked on the spot where the caller ID had vanished.
• "Trace it as best as possible," Elias told his security chief, who was already typing into an encrypted tablet near the door.
• "I am already running the packet hops, sir," the security chief said. "It passed through four proxy relays in Europe before dropping into a local cellular bridge. The originating signal is masked."