Nearly five hours later, we landed at a small airfield that I assumed must be located close by the SED facility. Jake was still out cold; the two men who’d accompanied us — neither of whom had said a single word to me — carried him down the stairs to a waiting ambulance, which whisked him away as I watched in horror.
“I thought you said he would be okay,” I said, rounding on Agent Lenz, who regarded me with cool blue eyes.
“He’s fine,” he replied, unperturbed. “He’s being taken to the facility so the medical doctor on staff can take a look at him. Afterward, he’ll be placed in a suite similar to yours. Speaking of which, that’s where you’ll be going now.”
Those reassurances failed to comfort me. But since it seemed better to cooperate for the moment — at least Jake and I were going to m
