CHAPTER FORTYJessica
Cynthia mouthed the words, “Keep typing.” She seemed to be
pondering as I did. “What happens now?” I wrote.
Cyn snapped to attention. “Finished?” She nodded to show I
should answer in the affirmative.
“Yeah. I’m done,” I announced.
“Good,” she said. “Let’s take a look.”
I wondered why the public hadn’t been warned but had a feeling
I already knew. Such information would likely cause folks to panic. Homeland
Security would want to nip this in the bud before the group had a chance to
make it happen. They’d want to keep the matter quiet for any number of reasons.
All the businesses and local economies would be affected by a rash announcement
of an impending supervolcano explosion. Besides, it was preventable, if we
could just get the information to the right
