Aryyah sat in her hotel room, three monitors set up on the desk, her laptop connected to Petersons International's secure network through the VPN Jackson's IT team had configured for her.

She had coffee, takeout containers from the night before, and a determination that bordered on obsession.

It was three in the morning but she couldn't sleep, her mind too wired, too focused on finding patterns in the chaos.

She had been reviewing data for eighteen hours straight, her eyes burning, her back ...