is lips together.
“Or did someone else find me?”
“We found you, but you were already here at the hospital in Prince George.”
“Canada?”
“Yeah, Canada. Someone moved you almost a thousand miles undetected, across the border, and did it in a manner you couldn’t be tracked.”
Reese had no idea how either. It could have been some kind of interference but….
A blanket of decimated bodies, smears of black mixed with plasma. Twisted metal gouged ruts in the earth.
Snow crunched, and the cold threatened to suck the life from Reese.
“We’ve got you, Dr. Dante.” Then Luca took his hand, and he warmed.
“Did you find Nox?”
“Who?”
Reese bit his tongue. “Nash, sorry.”
The man narrowed his eyes.
Reese reached for the water pitcher, but Harrington beat him to it. He poured another cup and Reese drank.
“No. We didn’t find him. There was a lot of blood. We identified it as Luca Suarez’s. But there wasn’t a body. That much blood there should have been.” The man waited as if expecting an explanation.
Reese emptied the cup. “Are you still following Nash by satellite?”
Harrington exhaled a frustrated breath. “No. Satellite went down about four days ago. Tech guys said it might have been a solar flare, but the only part unresponsive are the prisms used to detect the ichor. I’d say New World did it, but they were pretty pissed off when they found out.”
“You told them?”
“Hell, no.” Harrington propped his hip against the bed. “Place practically imploded on its own. All the higher-ups have apparently left the country. The ones left are trying to leave but their passports have been revoked and warrants issued. Five of them had their house burn down. Three are dead in car wrecks, and at least a half dozen are missing.”
“What the hell?”
“Exactly.”
“Is there anyone left to arrest?”
“Yeah, but how much they know is debatable. I’m sure if they do, Phillips will get it out of them.”
Reese cringed.
“Government should sell tickets for the show,” Harrington said. “They’d erase the national debt.”
They both laughed.
A knock at the door. A nurse stuck his head in. “I hate to interrupt, but I have to take your vitals.” He rolled in a cart.
Harrington sat in a chair near the wall. He picked up the hardback book draped over the arm.
“You have me hooked up to machines that are supposed to do that.” Reese obediently held out his arm so the guy could fit the blood pressure cuff.
“I know.” The nurse’s gaze slid to Harrington. His cheeks colored up.