#CHAPTER 152: A Pattern

Sarah POV “A pattern?” I asked. Agent Travis nodded and then looked over to Zane, who nodded in understanding. We were sitting in Zane’s study, with Zane behind the desk and Travis and I in the large chairs before the desk. Travis’s report was spread out on the desk so we could all see it. “Yes, the tip was left in a plain, print-free envelope laser-printed out on Xerox paper, nothing to go on to help trace its origin,” Travis said. “So they called me and started following up on it. By the time I got to the station, they’d started a trace on the numbers, and the tip was right.” “One of these two phones, which they think are burner phones, has been used to take out an ad on Cavendish.com twenty-four hours before the attacks?” “Yes, before the charity auction, before the shooting, before the rogue attacked Grace, and before the bomb.” Travis pointed to a printout. “Always the same, “Go time, gentlewolves,” and always placed in the free ads section, so there’s no payment method