CHAPTER FOUR
“No. That cannot be!” Swanson shouted into his sat-phone. “Not now, dammit!”
They had been on the road for the better part of an hour, following dirt tracks and unheard of trails in order to lose anybody that might be following them. Eva was feeling quite uneasy and more than a little sick from the potholes and random lurching motions of the old Volvo truck. Still, at least she was inside. Madden was sliding all over the place in the back. Her back felt every vibration when he slammed into the side of the truck.
“What is it?” Asked Elaine, who was at the wheel.
Swanson ignored her and dialed a number on his phone.
“Gila, the vote has been brought forward. They are recalling the entire council. What? Yes. Benedict Garias. No, it can't wait. Not if you want to stand a chanc
