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Jack checked his warbling multi-tool and found that he had an incoming call…with level-three encryption. Whatever this was, someone desperately wanted to keep it quiet. He couldn’t even see who was calling.
When he answered, Harry’s face filled the screen. The man looked haunted…no, hunted. He kept looking over his shoulder as if checking to see whether anyone was coming. “You remember the end of last summer when you and Anna took the girls out for a picnic?”
“Yes,” Jack said cautiously.
“Meet me there.”
The screen went dark before Jack could ask any follow-up questions. Something was wrong. And he had a pretty good idea what it might be. There was only one reason why Harry would be on the run. The Office of Planetary Security had tried to round him up as one of the immigrants they
