CHAPTER 68.

I INSIST

Jeremy’s desk became a battlefield, empty coffee cups and scattered notes filled everywhere when he pulled up the article on his main screen. He slipped on his headset, blocking out the outside world, and began peeling back the layers.

First stop — the publishing account. Whoever ran it had been careful, hiding behind a chain of encrypted servers bouncing from Asia to Europe. But Jeremy was better. Each wall he broke down revealed another until a familiar trace ...