Twenty-Five
The Sanctuary
We forgo stopping in downtown and head to Clarke Manor. En route, I phone Wes Singh but since I forgot to bring the secure phone, our conversation is brief. He agrees to meet us at the estate within the hour.
When we arrive, a handful of cars are parked in front of the electric chargers in the small lot just off the wide gravel turnaround.
“Man, I forgot how big this place is.”
“And Grandfather would want me to remind you that it has its own water reclamation and treatment system and is a hundred percent off grid, thanks to the solar and wind power infrastructure he pioneered—with your father’s help.”
Finan smiles as he pulls into an empty spot. The car, silent by design, is even more so now that we’re parked outside the mansion, looking at each other, stunn
