TIME TO RELAX in the mornings would end soon. When Fritz opened the newspaper, a small article in the business section caught his eye. Jonathan Hartmann"s yacht had been sold at auction for much less than its value. The story went on to report the strange death of the founder of National Data Corporation, once a Caballero, not yet solved. Fritz said aloud, “They eat their young.”
TIME TO RELAXBy the time Fritz had cleaned up and showered, Ashley had returned. As they headed out the door, a black Suburban pulled up behind Ashley"s car. Tony waved as he crossed the lawn, and Natalie climbed from the passenger"s seat.
“The president called. We need to go now,” Tony said.
Ash and Tony carried the generator to its spot in the hall. The hum of machinery nearby alerted them that they weren"t a
