Michael had spent most of the morning going through the same pieces of information he had already seen.
The problem was that none of them gave him what he needed.
M had followed the changed instructions. The original carrier had been turned back. A replacement courier had taken the packet to a location that meant nothing on its own. Someone had later collected it, and whatever had happened after that had resulted in evidence that damaged both Michael and Silas.
Michael still did not know who had made the change.
He had his people working on the courier because the courier was the only person in the chain they could still find.
By early afternoon, one of them called.
"We found him."
Michael looked up from the papers on his desk. He had been sitting in the same chair for nearly an hour, though he had barely read the last few pages.
"Where?"
"He was staying in a rented room outside the city. We brought him somewhere quiet."
