Novel & Cerita Last Port Of Call

Theresa Mo decided to call Lanre and asked him how the day had been and when he intended to travel to Country A. But his phone was switched off. Not able to reach him, she dialled Rosa's number to ask her if she's with him..

12 We check Chuck’s recent call history, but the most recent on the log is Jason’s from our motel room. “Not surprised,” Jason confesses. “Chuck may have been an IT idiot, but I doubt the Marching Tides would be stupid enough to be contacting each other over normal channels.”

“I’ll buy my wife that book. Thanks, Olive. And nice to meet you.” Once Terzo left, I was lost in my thoughts of what could happen to Tara. Nites startled me as he gripped my shoulder. I glanced at him. “What’s bothering you?” “I know this is not the right time, but this might help.” He put his phone on the table. “Whose number is this?” I looked at a picture of a certain number calling on a phone. “Last night, when Mr. Porter sent you upstairs, he left his phone on the couch. It vibrated, and that number was calling. The country code is Serevia.”

Dominic leaned over his shoulder, tense as a coiled wire, while Alex stood behind them, arms folded, silent and watching. Lines of data scrolled across the screen. Then Luca froze. “Got something,” he murmured. “Message sent two days ago. Short. Looks like a meeting location.” He clicked to reveal the decoded message. Confirming drop at Bay Nine. He won’t see it coming.” Dominic’s expression turned cold. “That’s one of the old ports. We don’t use it anymore. Diego must’ve reactivated it.” “Set a team,” Alex ordered. “No uniforms. No insignia. I want eyes there tonight.”

“What do you see?” “An active transfer order.” My throat constricted. “They’re moving him tonight.” I tried to hold back the fear that was slowly trying to crawl up in me and steady myself enough to give accurate answers. “Where?” his voice was sharp and I could tell that he was ready to end anyone that wanted to stand in our path. I loved that fire that he had and I didnt want it to end. So I scrolled, hacked and clawed through barriers like a madwoman. “Unknown final destination,” I breathed. “But the first stop is a private port.”

“Stay on him. Do not close the distance.” He ended the call. Adrian was already pulling up the port authority database on his laptop. His fingers moved with the speed of someone who had stopped asking whether what he was doing was strictly conventional and had committed entirely to useful. “Private terminals at the south port,” Adrian said. “Three registered to holding companies. One of them traces back to a Faust subsidiary through four layers.” He looked up. “Berth fourteen. A vessel registered as the Calloway.” The room went quiet.

Damien whispered. "I know," Elias said, his throat tightening until the words were nearly lost in the rattle of the water below. "Where are we going?" "Newark," Damien said. "The secondary server pool is on the third floor of an old laundry facility behind the rail yards. Rafe has the keys to the service elevator. If we get the manual bypass codes into the terminal before Sophia’s campaign manager logs into the proxy registry, the Wilmington shares stay in the pool. Your father’s short positions will execute at eight-thirty."

Home. THE END.

I have been waiting for this call. I picked up the call...

We are home. THE END