Outside, rain began to fall. Sam pulled up a photo on the stolen phone: Sarah’s face, recent, smiling outside a coffee shop in Prague. Alive.
One match in the dark. That’s all it took to burn a conspiracy down. Tom Clancys Splinter Cell Conviction
The broker’s muffled voice came through Sam’s fingers. “G-grimsdottir. Anna Grimsdottir. Third Echelon. She’s gone rogue—Reed forced her to fake Sarah’s death file.” Outside, rain began to fall
Galliard’s eyes went wide. He nodded.
He crushed the phone in his fist and melted into the alley. had lied to him.
Then a ghost flickered across a grainy security feed in Valletta, Malta. Sarah. Alive. And Third Echelon’s new director, Tom Reed, had lied to him.