Charles White didn't pay attention to the cries of surprise on the other end of the telephone and hung up.
He stepped back into the living room and took out another cell phone from the drawer.
This was William Frans's cell phone...
Charles White's ears suddenly filled with the voice from the call just now.
He'd gone through great lengths to get this phone, yet he had forgotten to check the messages inside because he'd been taking care of Zoe Yale.
A shadow fell across Charles White's gaze as he took the phone, connected it to the computer, and began to decrypt the screen saver...
The night was deep and silent.
Only the clicking of the keyboard sounded in the quiet living room.
On the computer screen, characters jumped and transformed into codes.
Transferred to the cell phone.
After a while, Charles White finally stopped, satisfied, unplugged the data cable, put away the computer, and leaned wearily against the back of the chair.
