The thirty minutes came and went and nothing changed outside, which was not the same as nothing changing.
Jenna's next update arrived at four-ten. The Russian operators were moving again. Not toward the farmhouse directly, but on a route that would put them at the logging road within ninety minutes if they maintained current pace. The airborne team's position was unknown, which was worse than knowing it was close, because unknown meant it could be anywhere and you couldn't defend against anywhere.
Francis read the message and handed the phone to Colton without speaking.
Colton read it and put the phone on the table and looked at the map and then at Francis. "That's the decision," he said quietly. "Right now. Not in another thirty minutes."
Francis knew he was right. He'd known it befor
