CHAPTER 26: HUNT
One Year Later
CIA Headquarters
9:00 AM
The file landed on Jack's desk with a thud that seemed too loud in the quiet of the morning. He looked up from the report he had been reading, his eyes moving from the screen to the red folder that was now lying on the stack of papers he had been working through since he arrived at six. Marcus Webb stood over him, his face grim, his arms crossed, his eyes fixed on the file as if it contained something that he had been carrying for a long time and was finally ready to put down.
Jack opened the file. The photographs were the first thing he saw—faces he recognized, faces he had thought were gone, faces that had been scattered across the Middle East after the fall of Alavi's network, after the raids in Paris and Istanbul, after the
