CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT
“It’s not about the parade at all,” Reid told his team quickly. “The attack is going to be on a tunnel.” His hands were shaking; their plan was completely disrupted and utterly wrong.
“But which one?” Talia asked. “How do we know where they’re targeting?”
“We don’t,” Reid said quickly. “We need to alert the authorities and shut them all down. It could be any of the major tunnels leading in or out of the island—Lincoln, Holland, Queens-Midtown, Brooklyn-Battery…”
Watson blinked at him. “You want us to ask them to shut down and evac every major underwater route into the city? They’ll think we’re insane. We’re already off agency radar on this.”
“Then we call it in as a bomb threat,” Reid said urgently. “Give them no other choice than to listen—”
“Are you insane?” Wa
