Larnaca, Cyprus“W
e finally got a hit on the Horiya net.” Chan Dwyer Davis stuck her head into the MNIE Chief of Mission’s office and waved her cell phone.
“It’s about time.” Rich Groscost waved for her to enter and pointed at a chair. “Has he made the border yet?”
“Damned if I know.” Chan slumped into a chair and examined the screen on her phone wearing the same puzzled expression she’d worn since the text message arrived just after she reported for work. “It’s a weird text. He’s never sent anything like it before.” She handed the phone with the message displayed across the desk. “Yesterday at the meeting you said to ping him again. I did—and that’s the response I got.”
Groscost stared at the screen. “Safe—seventy-five K.” He jotted the words on his notepad and looked up at Chan. “Is
