Chapter Seven
No. This was impossible. Margolis couldn’t be standing there only a few paces away, a gloating smile on his thin lips.
But yet…there he was.
“You look surprised,” he said. “You really shouldn’t be. You knew about the National Guard armory in Santa Fe — after all, you helped me set up an expedition to retrieve guns and ammunition there last fall.”
Her brain and her mouth didn’t seem to want to work in concert. Surely she should say something — anything — but her thoughts just kept chasing around each other. Margolis is here. Margolis is here. He couldn’t be here…
…and yet he was.
“What you didn’t know,” he went on in that same conversational tone, “was that the armory also had a cache of shoulder-launched missiles. The hardest part was finding one that wouldn’t completel
