Chapter 23
Twilight filters between the dirty windows of Elizabeth's tiny home, throwing long shadows across her mismatched floors. Jack's mind speeds through the bits and pieces of Elizabeth's evening messages as he sits on the old sofa. She is discussing an elusive, behind-the-scenes organization whose fingers go way back in time and reach forward as well. And they are always watching, motives shadowed in their methods.
Elizabeth, with her arms tightly crossed, walked back and forth. "You shouldn't have come," she said for the third time. You know what they can do?
Jack leans forward, an elbow on his knee. You have seen danger as well. He meets her gaze, calm though resolutely confident. "Who are they? What makes them my fans?
Elizabeth came to a halt and turned around, so her dark
