CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN
9:35 a.m. Eastern Standard Time
The Skies over Georgia
“Albert,” Luke said. “Albert Helu?”
“This is Albert,” Swann said.
Luke shook his head. The Albert Helu thing was wearing a little thin. They had maybe twelve hours to get Monroe out of office before he started a war with China. Maybe they didn’t even have that long. Since they both knew the deadline was coming, either China or the US could pull a preemptive strike at any time. Tripping over Swann’s alias was chewing up precious seconds.
“I need you and your female friend to find something for me,” Luke said.
Luke and Ed sat in the operations theater at the front of the FBI plane—a round table with four seats embedded around it. Ed sat across from Luke, talking into one of the air-to-surface phones. Luke was
