Chapter 18: The Stolen Blueprints
The air beneath the heavy wool blankets was thick and warm, smelling of clean down and cedar, but Piper's breath came in ragged, shallow gasps. She lay on her side, knees drawn up toward her chest to form a small, dark hollow where the glow of the phone would not escape into the room. Her fingers trembled against the matte chassis of the satellite device as she brought the screen to life.
She switched the interface to the secure transmission client, opening the camera review module with a quick tap of her thumb. Four image files sat in the local cache, captured moments earlier from the manila folder left on the lounge table.
She opened the first image, pinching the screen to zoom into the technical legend. The macro lens had done its work; every single
