Chapter 40: Ransom, Part 20

Charlotte

The green indicator winks out and I collapse onto my side, trying to find a position that relieves the pain.

As the next contraction takes me, I scream... But...

They're coming...

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Michael

"James, copy the screen recording to my laptop please. Can you trace the source of those messages?"

He swipes a hand over his mouth. "it's not likely. The most that's generally traceable would be the IP for the server of origin. And that doesn't tell you much. It's likely the signal was routed via Delhi or Buenos Aires or who-knows-the-fuck-where... They're bound to have covered their tracks. But I'll try. Maybe we'll get lucky."

I take a couple of deep breaths. "Let's have another look at the video." I tap it onto 'loop'. "Klempner, did you pick anything up? You seemed to be listening hard."

"I thought I might recognise the voice, but no...I didn't."