Chapter 162

Zy glanced down the hall. Laila’s light was still on. “Should I encourage her to go to sleep?”

“You can try, but she won’t.”

With a grim press of his lips, Zy shook his head, made two cups of coffee, and headed back to the table where Trees furiously scribbled notes, peering at the screen, then his list of chicken scratchings growing longer.

Zy was on the last swallow of his java—along with his last nerve—when Trees finally looked up. His friend’s grave expression told Zy he wasn’t going to like whatever Trees had to say.

Fuck. His heart nose-dived to his belly. His throat tightened. “What?”

“There are footprints of communications from what looks like a Gmail account to an external mail host with its servers in Switzerland.”

“Why is that important? Why does the server location matter?”

“Because the Swiss have some of the strictest tech privacy laws in the world. No one is getting their hands on that information. A lot of people use this kind