Two. Four. Six. The numbers stood out, having been run through databases and checks and double checks without yielding any results. They wouldn't. That wasn't how the House of Spades operated. They were silent, unassuming and capable of moving from one location on the web to another within minutes. It made tracking them all the harder.
She would know.
"Funny. It's not listed in the phone book." The number, like her own presence here, was absent from any records. It was fiction insofar as anyone could acquire it through honest means. But the HOS weren't honest. They were terrorists.