CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
They caught the red-eye flight back to DC. The plane held a thin crowd; fewer than thirty passengers filled the seats and the cabin was peacefully quiet. Mackenzie had allowed herself to drift off for a bit and when she woke up, her watch read 4:36 a.m. She thought she might have had another nightmare but if she had, she barely remembered it.
Good riddance, she thought as she sat up gingerly in her seat. She wasn’t sure where they were, what cities lurked below in the darkness, and she really didn’t care. In the air, over the country and all of her problems, she almost felt free.
It was the most peaceful she had felt since discovering the business card pinned to Hambry’s bloody shirt. Of course, she couldn’t stop thinking about the murdered vagrants, either. Especiall
