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Winnie called two days later, and I could tell from Ryder's face the moment he answered that it wasn't the news we'd been hoping for.
"She got partway in," he said, after hanging up, gathering the three of us in the main room. "The encryption's built around a passphrase, not just a password. Something specific enough that random guessing won't c***k it, not without serious time she doesn't think we have."
"A passphrase," Mason repeated. "Meaning what, exactly?"
"Meaning Reyes built it around something only the three of them would know. A memory, an inside joke, something personal enough that it wouldn't show up in any dictionary attack." Ryder looked at me. "Which brings us back to you. If there's anything in your father's history, anything at all connected to Reyes or Cole specifi
