CHAPTER FORTY TWO
12:23 p.m. Eastern Standard Time
Foscoe, North Carolina
Susan Hopkins’s gigantic head was on the muted television set in the cabin’s living room. She was standing somewhere warm, with palm trees and wide open blue waters behind her, and a large city looming in the far distance.
Luke stared at Susan’s head and then at the caption across the bottom of the screen.
LIVE: Key Biscayne, Florida.
“Susan is on TV,” he said. “What is she doing in Florida? The last I knew, she was in Virginia.”
“Man, we’ve got more pressing issues than Susan’s whereabouts,” Ed Newsam said.
That was true. Outside the cabin, four black unmarked SUVs had pulled up, each one ejecting four passengers. There were sixteen men out there, quickly staging for what looked like an invasion—shrugging in
