Friday. United Kingdom.
RAMON SCROLLED THROUGH THE information Skilton had just sent him.
Why the hell was Ramon just now seeing all of this? Wasn't this the kind of thing he should know about before landing in London?
Whatever.
He kept reading, though at this point he was skimming. There was just too much to really take in. And he didn't actually care about some train derailment. That was ancient history as far as he was concerned. What mattered were the current details.
The Aegis Group team had been arrested.
The remaining people hunting his target were a small force, but they'd managed to do what no one thought possible. They'd found Valentino, and not simply found the man, they'd pushed him so far he'd attacked them.
A hacker attacking people with a gun?
Maybe Ramon didn't know
