THEY SPENT THAT afternoon glued to Claire’s computer, watching updates on both national and international news about the attack on Port Aransas. By the evening, now two days after the fighting, there were increasingly loud calls for more border security and wild claims about the origins of the attack. Some news broadcasts took wild guesses with eyewitness accounts of encounters with the men in locations all over the country. Most, if not all, were speculation at best, and flat-out lies in all likelihood. Cole, Matt, Harley, and Claire were the only ones in the world who knew exactly what had happened.
That evening, as they sat around the table, Matt and Harley tinkered with their guns. Harley had pulled out a vast array of additional weapons and looked like a child who had dumped out the
