The air inside the private office was thick, suffocatingly quiet save for the clicking of keys. Tate stood over the desk, his gaze locked onto the monitor where the tracker data fluctuated erratically. The red point on the screen blinked with a frustrating inconsistency, refusing to settle into a solid coordinate.
The specialist Tate had brought in leaned closer to the terminal, a deep scowl settling over his features. "The signal is entirely too degraded," the tracker muttered, adjusting the frequency bandwidth with a slow shake of his head. "This kind of severe packet loss only happens when the transmitter is operating well beyond our local grid. They’re in another state, boss."
Tate went rigid, his entire frame locking down as a cold, terrifying rage swept through his veins. "You’re o
