CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
When Daniel’s cell phone rang it tore him out of a heavy sleep. He turned over, found himself in a bed instead of the back of an unmarked police car, and for a groggy moment wondered what happened.
Then he remembered. At the c***k of dawn, their Swedish colleagues had driven them to a hotel for some much-needed rest. He fumbled for his phone and mumbled a hello.
“Special Agent Walker? This is Special Agent Updike. We cleared your request for a phone trace and travel records on a Professor Tyler Ogden.”
Daniel sat up. “Yeah?”
“We’re sending you that info now. As you suspected, he flew to Europe a week ago. First England, then Spain, then Copenhagen.”
“Bingo.”
Daniel fumbled around with his free hand, found the light, and switched it on. A clock told him it was sev
