"What does 'C/S' mean?" Hope asked, her voice a stunned whisper. ( Read more... )

Hope climbed the stairs, carrying the greasy bag, and entered the plane's cabin.  ( Read more... )

"So are you finding anything?" Hope asked from where she was reclining in her seat on the plane.
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"This is nuts," Hope yelled as she pulled her bag into the helicopter.  ( Read more... )

Hope's vision was growing blurry as she punched in yet another combination of numbers.  It was late afternoon and she had been working since 8 a.m.  Across the room, John was dozing.
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Hope was back at Shane's computer.  John's computer program running on his laptop was spitting out password combinations like there was no tomorrow, but nothing so far had worked.( Read more... )

"So?" Drew asked again.  "I assume it's something rather important for you to scare my husband half-to-death.  Did my dear brother get himself killed and leave posthumous instructions with you?  Figures he'd leave them with the great Roman Brady."( Read more... )

Almost a week had passed since John and Hope had received Kim's list of dates and still nothing.  ( Read more... )

"We have to do it," Hope told John.  She was sitting at Shane's desk in the concrete bunker.  It was starting to feel as if the walls were closing in on her.
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John walked through the secured room to Shane's office.  Hope had been plugging away since early afternoon and it was now past 10 p.m.  He wondered if he had been right to let her stay, but he had to admit there was something nice about not being completely alone.
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