CHAPTER 68: THE RIDGE HOUSE
The message takes eleven minutes to fully decode.
I stand at the terminal with Liam's deck in my hands and read every word twice, the green glow of the server core washing over the screen in slow steady pulses. When I am done I close the file, fold the deck under my arm, and turn around.
"He left coordinates," I say.
Marcus looks up from the wall where he has been standing with his arms crossed and his jaw set, watching me with the careful patience of a man who has learned not to push. "Where?"
"The ridge house," I say. "North of the bypass line, past the Havrald perimeter."
Ariana straightens from her position against the server cabinet. "Dominic's private estate?"
