7
Just outside the defunct Fort Defiance compound, about forty minutes from the New Mexico border, Jake’s cell phone rang. He’d left it propped up in one of the cupholders, so he lifted it out and took a quick look at the screen.
Jeremy’s number.
“What’s up?” Jake asked.
“I got in.”
“What?”
“The laptop. Lenz’s laptop. I’m in.”
“That’s great!” Jake told him, which of course, it was. Not that he’d had any doubts about his brother eventually finessing his way into the agent’s computer; he just hadn’t expected that particular feat to happen so quickly. Jeremy was insanely talented, true, but even he’d admitted that the security on Lenz’s laptop was pretty hardcore. “Thanks for the update.”
“I didn’t call to give you an ‘update,’” Jeremy replied, sounding irritated. “I called because I
