John took the hint. “Let’s get briefed, then.”
John swept through the safe house and investigated, seeing what was at their disposal. He found a laptop in a desk. When he turned it on, he found it didn’t have much on it, but it held one of their decoding programs. He mentioned it to Marcela but she waved him over, distracted by something.
She had found a prepaid cell phone in a glass jar of rice. John made his way over and plugged in his earbuds, giving one to Marcela while she checked for messages.
“You have one new message,” the voicemail responded in an automated female voice. “Message will expire in twenty hours.”
Marcela punched a number to proceed.
“Please enter your password.”
She input the code that agents had received for that week.
Esteban’s hard monotone finally came thro
