James got it. Believed it. Matt could tell by the look on his face and the tremble in his hand and the feedback he got from their emotional connection. “I know,” he said.
*
For once there wasn’t a meeting the next morning.
Instead there was an apprehension and arrest. Matt and James got up before the crack of dawn to catch the Feng Niao to Seattle with Lance, Anais, Captain Torres, and Jude. Dal piloted. “Where’s Laslo?” Matt asked Lance, yawning. They were standing on the airfield, waiting for clearance.
“He’s preparing for another priority mission,” Lance said, somewhat shortly. “To Red Idaho.” Lance looked around, then leaned across Matt toward James. “You were right about Logan Johnson—”
Matt took a split second to have an “oh s**t” moment.
“—same guy. He was Smith’s lab assistan
