Chapter 127 The Line Between Freedom And Fire

• It started with a ping.
• A soft electronic alert from Bishop’s rig in the corner of the safehouse. Nothing alarming at first—just the sound of a data packet finishing its trip through the encrypted channels Bishop had layered across the web like a digital minefield. But the second he saw the alert on the screen, he stood so fast the chair screeched back against the floor.
• Knox turned from where he’d been pouring coffee. “What is it?”