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“First things first,” Roy announced. “Danziger has kept me in touch with the White House Military Office, but I need to address the nation. CNN has probably learned that Clark was in that crash for over thirty minutes, poor man.” “We could place a satellite phone call to CNN?” Danziger suggested. “I don’t want anything that can be traced to your present location.” “The island has a high-speed VPN capable of video over satellite from here that can offer end-to-end encryption. Would that do?” Miranda’s gaze was focused on Danziger’s left hand. Drake hadn’t noticed that he was keeping it near his weapon. Miranda had, of course. Even if she didn’t want to be called a savant, she was beyond genius in remarkably interesting ways—one of which was observing details. “Why would you have that?”