Chapter 23
We moved to the dining room where the light was better under the low pendant lamp.
Maya pulled a thick manila envelope from under her damp jacket, the corners bent and stained with water.
She laid it on the dark wood table and slid it toward me.
“These are the original metallurgy logs from the testing facility in Ohio,” Maya said.
I pulled my glasses from my pocket, sliding them onto the bridge of my nose as I drew the first sheet from the envelope.
The rows of technical data were dense, but the columns showing stress tolerance had been modified with a black marker.
Under the dark ink, the original numbers were still barely visible, showing a fifty percent failure rate under standard thermal stress.
“The Vance subsidiary approved these anyway,” Rachel said, leaning over my shoulder. “They signed off on the shipment three weeks before the deployment.”
“How did you get these files, Maya?” I asked, looking at the proprietary watermarks on the margins. “These are level-seven proprietary manufacturing documents.”
“They were delivered to my personal mail three weeks ago,” Maya said. “The digital file came with an encrypted routing address.”
She reached into her pocket again, pulling out a small slip of paper with a string of alpha-numeric characters typed across the center.
“The sender used a private military channel to contact me,” Maya said. “He told me he had been monitoring the Vance shipping logs for five years.”
I looked at the characters on the slip, my breath catching in my throat as I recognized the pattern of the blocks.
“He told me to wait,” Maya said, her eyes locked on mine. “Your father told me to wait for the day the Vances lost their primary cyber architect.”
I held the slip of paper under the dining room light, my eyes tracing the sharp, blocky letters.
“That is impossible,” I said. “My father died eleven years ago.”
“He is very much alive,” Maya said.
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“The helicopter went down in the Chesapeake,” Rachel said, her voice sharp with disbelief. “I was at the memorial service, Maya. We all were.”
“He was not on that aircraft,” Maya said, her voice steady. “He told me he had to let them think he was gone so he could watch the network from the outside.”
