The anonymous number was already disconnected by the time Nash tried calling it back the next morning.
He waited at the meeting spot anyway, an empty lot two blocks from Kessler Tower, standing alone for twenty minutes before accepting that nobody was coming.
Whoever sent it had either lost their nerve or never intended to show up, using the message only to see how he'd react.
He filed it away as noise and turned his focus back to Wednesday, still three days out, and the growing tension inside Kessler Tower he'd need to use before then.
Wade called his lieutenants together that same morning, standing at the head of a long table in a room above Kessler Tower that most of the pack never got to see.
Six men sat around him, senior enough to know how exposed their position had become si
