The Traitor Unmasked

The lower crypts of Castle Blackwood had been converted into an ultra-modern communications fortress, where banks of high-frequency satellite monitors and fiber-optic terminals glowed cold blue against thousand-year-old Norman masonry. The contrast between ancient limestone arches and military-grade encryption hardware was jarring, but Finbar—Liam’s chief cyber intelligence specialist—looked entirely at home behind his four curved displays. Finbar’s fingers flew across mechanical key switches in a rapid, rhythmic cadence. He had…