Chapter Four: Fifty Million Dollars

"Who sent the location?" Ethan asked. The gunman clenched his jaw. Ethan tore a communication patch from his collar. A raised symbol marked the surface: Helix. Sophia stepped closer, pale but steady. "What is that?" "Offshore operations node," Ethan said, pocketing it. "Marcus said it rotates every forty-eight hours." "Where next?" Ethan looked toward an old advertisement at the end of the platform. It showed the London financial district at night. "London," he said. "But first Washington." Sophia frowned. "Why?" "Because Rourke just learned you met me." Ethan slid the memory card into a reader hidden in his cuff. "He will do two things. First, erase the foundation trail. Second, kill the man who keeps his books."