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HANDSHAKE OF REGRET
San Francisco International Airport, en route to Parkfield, California
The Gulfstream rocketed down San Francisco International Airport’s runway 19L, an 8,600-foot-long strip of pale concrete. Jana, Cade, and Kyle pulled their seat belts tight.
Kyle looked at Jana and shook his head. “I can see it in your face, Jana. I know what you’re thinking. And sure, I understand you don’t believe Parkfield is his target. But I’ll ask again. If we don’t go to Parkfield to follow up on this, where else are we going to go?”
“Yeah, Jana,” Cade said. “We’ve got a hundred and sixty agents scouring the downtown San Francisco area, looking for anything that might be trouble.”
“Not to mention the radiation sensors being flown in as we speak. They’ll have them positioned in the nex
