To Sarah, it looked like the computer was winning. Mack didn’t look up from the notepad he scribbled on the entire trip, and when she tried to sneak a peek at what he was writing, he blocked her view. She’d given up after the third attempt, and the pilot kept giving her a stern glance whenever she got out of her seat. The plane touched down at O’Hare, and Sarah drove back to the safe house, since the two pieces of luggage that she was stuck with seemed too busy with their own work. She could feel the stiffness in her bones and cracked her neck to the side, letting out a satisfied groan from the relieving pop. “I swear, sometimes I think my back has bubble wrap in it.” “We all think your back has bubble wrap in it,” Bryce said, the scowl still etched on his face. “How’s the link looking?” Sarah asked. “Has your geek brain figured out how to speed it up yet?” “No.”
