The data was analyzing him. And it had already drawn its conclusion.
Orlov was supposed to be dead. A ghost. A rumored puppet master who controlled three percent of the world's rare earth minerals. MaxHub
RESET.
A single node in the Baltic Dry Index flickered green. Then a shipping lane off the coast of Somalia. Then a lithium futures contract in Shanghai. The data was analyzing him
He frowned. "Trace source," he murmured. The MaxHub’s far-field mic array picked it up. A thin, silver thread of light appeared, spiderwebbing from the Shanghai contract back to a shell company in the Caymans, then to a numbered account in Zurich, then to a name he recognized: Viktor Orlov. A ghost
He looked at the two men. He looked at the board. And for the first time in his career, Ethan Cross realized he wasn't the one analyzing the data.
"Mr. Cross," the taller one said. "Step away from the display."