Twenty-two
The evacuation area looked like a kicked up anthill with all the figures swarming over it. As they drew closer, Amelia was vaguely aware of some method in the madness. On one end, a row of men were on their knees, their hands clasping the backs of their heads, with armed-to-the-teeth federal agents watching them. At the other end, ambulances dealt with the wounded. The press had found them. She could see them being briefed in an area that looked like a disco because of all the lights. There seemed to be a steady flow of people between the various groups. One end of the road was clogged with a variety of vehicles. The choppers used in the evacuation had settled along the other end of the road like dragon flies waiting some secret signal to take to the skies. It was toward this a
