46I didn’t.
Where was the encrypted flash drive I could open with that PIN?
Or the location of the strongbox with that padlock combination?
Or the magic decoder ring that turned those four digits into the ammo I needed?
I ripped the mailer apart. Checked between the bubble-wrap padding and the paper shell.
The mailer held nothing else.
Impossible.
Jeff had to have left me more than this index card.
I folded it into the torn mailer. Put the package back in my bag.
Driving on automatic pilot to Chantilly, my feverish brain ran through possibilities.
None made sense.
I had to lock myself in my office. With no distractions, I’d review everything. Somehow, solve this mystery.
Marina had a different priority.
Dressed in a pale blue housecoat, her hair wrapped in a protective red ban
