“There’s nothing here that looks like money. No hidden files. No encrypted files. No account numbers or serial numbers or passwords. I looked for anything in English or Russian. There’s nothing like that on here.”

Cyrus was crunching cough drops like mad, one after another. He probably wasn’t used to dealing with something as frustrating and mundane as computer problems. “But the serial number matched.”

“I think someone must have swapped out the hard drive. The one that’s in there now is not even encryption hardware. It doesn’t need the key. There’s nothing on the drive except the Martyrs’ documents, and those were moved onto it a couple of days ago.”

I looked at Kraft. “You swapped out the drive?” Drazen had said the files could not be removed from the drive without the key. He had said nothing about the drive being removed.

“No. Fuck, no.” He squirmed to sit up straighter. “That can’t be right. Those files should be three and a half to four years old. It’s the key. It’s the damn key. If it’s been buried for four years with a decomposing body, it’s got to have gone bad.”

We stared at each other, and Thorne stared at us, and Harvey just looked lost. Someone had pulled the stopper out of the floor, and we were all fighting to keep from swirling down the drain.

Thorne turned to Harvey. “It was a noble effort, friend. As a soldier, I appreciate what you tried to do. But I don’t believe you.”

Harvey seemed genuinely confused. He studied the floor as if he could read the answer there. “No. I am telling the truth. Please-”

Thorne picked up the radio and called for Red. The eager soldier came quickly and stood, waiting for orders.

“Red, start packing the gear. We’re going.” He looked at Tatiana and nodded in our direction. “Take them down to the basement.”

I could see in the way they looked at each other what that meant. We were going down to the basement and never coming back up.

“Wait.” Harvey tried to stand and almost pitched straight forward. Thorne pushed him back with one hand.

Tatiana hadn’t geared back up since coming back from Staples. She did it now, slipping into her vest and throwing her rifle strap over her head. She swung the rifle around to free her hands, then she lifted Harvey out of his chair. As she carried him in her arms, she made a face. “You stink, old man.”

I could hear Harvey wheezing all the way down the basement stairs, and I was afraid Tatiana would kill him and I would get down there and find his dead body.

“Cyrus…” I tried to climb out of the chair, but Red pushed me back. “You’re talking about a billion dollars. Probably more.” I tried to look around Red so I could see Thorne. “Isn’t that worth a few more hours? No one would ever come looking for it. We can figure this out. Harvey is telling the truth. He never lies.”

But the truth was, I didn’t know if he was lying or not. He was certainly clever enough to have made up the password story. Rachel was also clever enough to have kept one last secret for herself. It didn’t matter either way, because Thorne and Red were talking as if I didn’t exist.

Tatiana took Kraft next, easily hoisting him over her shoulder and carrying him the way a fireman would. He spewed venom at her all the way down the stairs, using his best weapon-words.

When she came for me, I fought her, at least as much as I could with my hands tied. I couldn’t stand not to at least make it hard for her. I fought her all the way down to the basement. At the bottom of the steps, she dropped me onto the concrete. With no hands or feet to break my fall, my hipbone and the side of my knee took the worst of it, hitting the concrete with blunt force. It hurt like hell, but at least I managed not to land on my head.

Harvey was on the ground on his left side facing me. I hoped he hadn’t been dropped. The only evidence that he might have was that his glasses were somewhere beside his face. His breathing was level. His wheezing had stopped. He was calm, which meant he’d already given up. That pissed me off.

“I am sorry,” he said. “I could not even do that right.”

Tatiana was checking her weapon.

“Don’t shoot us like this,” I said, trying any means of delay. “At least let us up on our knees. Let us go out with a little dignity.”

All I heard was the sound of her cranking the rifle, getting ready to finish us off. I twisted around so I could look past her. When I rolled up to a sitting position, I saw something, or thought I did, in the dark corner behind her, something moving. “Come on, what do you care? What difference does it make how you kill us?”

“Exactly. You’re going to hell just the same whether you’re lying on your back or up on your knees, so say your last, and-”

She dropped her rifle. Her eyes flew open. Both hands went to her throat, and even though her mouth was opened wide, no sound came out. I couldn’t see what was around her throat, but it was killing her, and she knew it. She tried to twist around, to shove her elbow into the midsection of her attacker. She tried to kick backward. With rising panic, she tried to grab the rifle hanging by the strap around her neck. She tried everything a dying woman would try to save her life, but her legs shuddered and twitched. It took a long time for her to die, and even though she had been on the cusp of killing me, it wasn’t easy to watch. She went limp and fell to the floor. The man who had garroted her came out of the shadows. With his finger to his lips, he signaled me to be quiet.

“What…what is happening?” Harvey asked. “Who is there?”

“Harvey,” I said. “Be quiet.”

“What?”

“Shut up, Harvey.”

The attacker crouched next to the woman he’d just killed, pulling weapons and ammo from every pocket. Her radio crackled. Cyrus was calling to her.

“Unit two, unit one, come in. Unit two, come in.” There was a short space for a response, then “Unit two?” Another pause, then “Tatiana, come in.” The radio went silent.

Our savior continued digging through his victim’s gear and came out with a gas mask, and none too soon. I heard the door upstairs open, and Cyrus’s voice came floating down.

“Tatiana?”

After a pause, I heard the sound of a canister clattering down the steps and the door slamming shut. My eyes immediately began to water. I squeezed them shut and tried not to breathe in as the musty basement filled with gas. I heard things going on around me. I knew I had to get out, but I couldn’t think of anything except trying to keep that gas out of my lungs.

Harvey was hacking and coughing and sounding as if he were dying. Someone cut my restraints. I felt a weapon and a mask in my hand and heard someone yelling at me to put the mask on Harvey and take him upstairs. I was so lost I needed someone to tell me what to do.

I felt my way across the floor to Harvey and fit the mask over his face. I felt for Kraft where I thought he had been. I couldn’t find him, so I went back to Harvey. Without bothering to cut him loose, I pulled his arms over my head. With my back to him, I started to lift. My thigh muscles screamed, my hip felt as if it might pop right out of its socket, but I kept pressing and managed to stand up with him draped over my back. I staggered to where I thought the stairs might be, one hand in front, feeling my way. Halfway up the stairs, my foot caught on something. A body. It was either Red or Thorne. Two down. At least one left upstairs. I leaned one shoulder into the wall and pushed my way up, one step at a time. My hand finally reached the door. I pushed on it, and we fell through the doorway to the relief on the other side.

The two of us lay there for a few seconds. I knew we weren’t alone in that house, but I couldn’t move. Except for my ears, every orifice in my head was leaking. My eyes were tearing, my nose was running, I was drooling and coughing. I pulled myself up, grabbed Harvey, and dragged him to a kitchen chair. Then I went straight to the sink, turned on the water, and splashed my face with handful after handful. I slid down to the floor and sat with my back against the cabinet, half hacking and half crying. If I’d had a third half, it would have been dying.