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For a moment, there was only stunned silence in the op center

Max walked over to Juan “Who is Zachariah Tate?”

“He’s a forerous man I’ve ever met”

“But you thought he was dead?”

“According to the official reports, he was killed by another inmate in a Chechen prison”

Max stared at the picture on the screen “Why is he after us?”

“He’s after e “I was the one who put him there”

22

BUENOS AIRES

Overholt’s cabin on the Portland was plushly furnished and comfortable, with his own bathroom and a soft bed, but it was a prison cell all the sauarded, and he had no doubt he was being watched at all tie, breaking out by force or stealth wasn’t even close as an option His days as a field agent were long behind hiet out of this situation, it would be its, not brawn

He would have liked a change of clothes, but his jail was entina After Catherine Ballard had killed his driver, Connolly, and taken Overholt captive, he assumed he would be driven to an undisclosed location for questioning, torture, or both Instead, the truck was driven to a warehouse, where he was transferred to a smaller container with a cot and some food and water The walls were insulated, so any attempt to yell for help was futile He couldn’t tell as happening except when the container finallyloaded onto an airplane After that, he slept most of the way to the destination

When they arrived and he was taken to the port, he was shocked to see for hion He surmised it was the Portland, the ship that sank the Mantícora and Avignon The only stop before co to the cabin was to participate in Tate’s odd show for Juan in the op center

That had been a day ago, and Overholt had no visitors other than the guard who brought hi a plan for how to approach Tate when and if he got the chance to speak to him

Overholt heard a wouard outside He stood and put on his jacket as the door opened

Catherine Ballard s back to your office? Even your tie is still knotted”