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making reports along the way. I don’t need to know his name. I just—”
    “Want to talk to him?” Barry guessed.
    “Yeah,” Olivia admitted. “I guess that is what I want. I just want to message him somehow and ask him about Austin.”
    “And with Eastern Uganda turning into a black hole, you think this CIA guy, or girl, is your best chance of finding out about your brother.”
    “Yes.”
    Shaking his head slowly, Barry said, “You know it’s more than likely this guy still doesn’t know anything about him, right?”
    Olivia nodded, though she was pinning her hopes to the possibility of contacting the CIA asset and having him tell her he’d run into Austin, and that Austin was fine. It sounded childishly wishful, even when she thought it through. No way she could ever voice that hope.
    Barry looked up at the ceiling and rubbed his chin. He picked up his coffee cup and sipped. He shuffled through the papers on his desk, as if he were looking for something. “Here’s what I think.”
    “I’m listening.”
    “We can’t do anything to drill down in the data and try to find out who this guy is.” Barry waved his hands to make it clear that option was completely off the table. “We could both get into too much trouble over that, and by trouble, I mean jail time.”
    Olivia agreed with a nod.
    “If, as you said, the reports tell us the locations from where this operative is contacting Langley,” Barry shrugged, looked around again, and pulled an ambiguous expression across his face, “who’s to say we don’t come across his phone records accidentally while we’re searching for calls from Najid Almasi? We know Almasi was in the area. That’s how we linked him to Kapchorwa in the first place.”
    Shaking her head, Olivia said, “We can’t eavesdrop on CIA calls though.”
    “Not saying that,” said Barry. “They’d be encrypted anyway. If we could pin a certain telephone to certain locations in the timeframes that the reports refer to—”
    Olivia grinned and asked, “How many satellite phones could be in use in that part of the world in those exact locations?”
    Barry asked, “Who’s to say you can’t call the asset up, and just ask him what he knows about Kapchorwa?”
    She thought through the pitfalls. “In the spirit of whatever law protects the classified identity of CIA operatives, calling one of them up may be illegal, but technically, I might be in the clear. It may be an exploitable loophole.”
    “I’ll dig into the data and let you know what I come up with,” said Barry.
    “Okay,” Olivia jumped off the desk, stepped into the doorway, then turned back around. “I won’t beat you up anymore this morning. After Eric gives me the go-ahead, I’ll come back for an update.”

Chapter 12
    Still well before regular work hours, Olivia left the building with a smile to the guard who’d seen her come in earlier. Her smile wasn’t real—more of an apology for troubling him to watch her come and go. Olivia was worrying over her morning’s research, specifically about the speculative Ebola K virus. She knew only one person who could tell her for sure whether the author was simply fear mongering or whether it could be something real.
    Olivia crossed the near-empty parking lot, unlocked her car with the remote, and settled into the driver’s seat. She took her cell phone out of the console where she kept it during work hours and dialed the number.
    After a couple of rings, the voice on the other end said, “Wheeler.”
    “Dr. Wheeler,” Olivia started.
    “Dr. Wheeler?” he asked. “I thought we’d switched to Mathew already. Or Matt. You know, something social.”
    Olivia sighed. “I know you’ve got a pathological need to flirt, Mathew , but I need to ask you some questions if you’ve got time.”
    Dr. Wheeler heaved a sigh. “That’s okay. I’m only flirting out of habit. I’m not in the mood for it this morning. Um...not because of you, mind you. I’ll always be