62
Henderson
I rub my neck as I stare out the window at the icy landscape.
The cabin is as isolated as can be, far out of the way of the hordes of tourists invading Iceland in the hopes of seeing the Northern Lights.
My enemies won’t find us here, though I know they’re going to do their best to try. For now, my family and I are safe, but I don’t delude myself that we can stay here for any measurable length of time.
Soon, we’ll have to run again, hide again.
That is, unless I manage to bring down Sokolov and his allies.
My new plan is risky—insane, really—but I don’t see any other way. They won’t stop coming after me, and eventually, we’ll run out of places to hide.
The good news is that I already know the right people to execute this mission—the same team I used for the FBI bombing
