“Agreed,” Art said. “We have to find out where it is.”
“We know how it came into the country,” Brodie said to him. “Swift found nothing on the system. All traces of the project have been erased. He’s pulled up all the historic data, but that’s useless. There’s nothing new.”
“Grant’s a smart motherfucker,” Art said. “He wouldn’t risk digitizing anything. Frank might have caught a whiff otherwise.”
“He didn’t start working on this until after Frank died,” Zara said.
Art glanced her way, wearing a frown. “He might not have moved on his ideas, but I’d bet he was developing this plan since he first laid eyes on Game Time.”
“Where would they be storing it in the city?” Brodie asked, leaning forward to rest his arms on the table. He twisted to address Art, and the older man shifted in his se
