The phone rang again at exactly nine in the evening. The first man answered on the second ring, his voice flat and businesslike.
"Talk."
"It's getting complicated," the voice on the other end said. It was their insider, the one who had been feeding them information about movements from inside Captain Koker's organization. "Koker's starting to ask questions."
The first man straightened in his chair. The second and third men leaned forward, catching the tension in his posture. "What kind of questions?"
"About his daughter. Where she is, who she's with, why his usual channels can't locate her. He's been making calls to people who usually have answers."
"And?"
"They don't have answers. Which is making him suspicious. He's starting to wonder if someone inside his operation is feeding information to outsiders."
The first man was quiet for a moment, processing this. "How close is he to figuring out it's you?"
