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George
Just prior to 8:00 AM, Agent Chet McPherson picked up Senator Tobias and headed for the high speed metroliner which traveled the two-hundred and twenty-five miles from Washington D. C. to New York City in three hours.
“So someone spotted Amara in New York,” Senator Tobias said, getting comfortable in the car. He hadn’t fully recovered from his ordeal and seemed more sensitive to the cold.
“An FBI agent swears he saw her in Manhattan, somewhere around Central Park, before losing her. Pretty big longshot. Could be a case of mistaken identity. Even if she is in New York, finding her among millions is like finding a particular crumb in a wedding cake. But we don’t have any better leads. Sure you want to go along?”
“I’m committed. It feels good to be doing something, even if it b
