“This seems rather impractical. What’s the meat of all of this?”
“We need to be prepared to capture this storm if it keeps its heading.”
“We don’t even know it’s heading, Joseph.” His horse reared its head and stepped sideways, anxious to get going. “Dr. Cline is still waiting to hear back from D.C. All we have is a minor report from Panama City. It could have shifted north and be dousing Florida in rain by now.”
“Or it could be heading straight for us.”
Alfred narrowed his eyes at the man. He couldn’t make out Joseph’s expression in the shadows, but his stiff upper body and straight neck said enough. And Alfred was tired of sitting in the dark.
“Why are you so convinced that a disaster is going to hit?”
The sound of a trolley turning on 25th Street caught his ears, partnered with th
