CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
“Are we close to the Hideaway?” Toni asked. She rocked back in her seat, unable to sit still. Her skin still itched from the mission on Telber. She scratched her arm, avoiding the red marks that indicated how long she’d been uncomfortable.
Zach popped up on the screen at her elbow and shot her a quizzical look. “Ah, Boss?”
“I know I’m not meant to know about it. I’m not asking where it is. I’m asking are we close?”
She glared at the two tablets on the table. Having spent several fruitless hours trying to decipher the data, she was close to throwing the damned things. It was all coded. She’d been able to decipher eleven of the seventeen locations but had no idea about the rest. One word she did translate was Quarter. A word she knew from her own secret communication
