Chapter 53At San Roque Gate, the Stranger stood waiting with his Uzi locked and loaded. As he watched for the first sign of Grace's headlights coming down the access road, he noticed a flickering of light on the hillside to his east. The shadows there on the grassy slopes pulsated. When he turned back to look, it happened again—a flickering of lights, and he saw what it was. It was the harbor lights going on and off. Across the open bay, far on the distant shore, he saw the same thing—faint lights flickering on and off.
It's happening, he thought.
Inside Mobile One, as Grace sped down the winding access road, coming closer to San Roque Gate, she witnessed it too. The glow of light from San Roque outlining the mountain tops to her south, flickered on and off. She squinted out the windshie
