I replayed Vincent's voicemail so many times that I eventually memorized every pause, every breath and every change in his voice, because something about the message felt different from the man I had known my entire life.
He sounded tired. Not physically but emotionally.
The confidence that had once filled every sentence had been replaced by quiet urgency.
"If you're hearing this, I'm still alive." He had said. Nothing more, nothing less.
Wire tried tracing the call before sunrise and he sat surrounded by laptops while lines of code streamed across every screen, and after nearly an hour he finally leaned back with an annoyed sigh.
"He bounced the signal through seven countries." Wire said and Roman folded his arms.
"So?" Roman asked.
"So whoever helped him knew exactly what they wer
