CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
8:25 a.m. (11:25 am Eastern Time)
Los Angeles, California
“Okay, Swann,” Luke said. “We’re running out of time. Give me what you’ve got.”
They had set up a makeshift command center in an empty office suite on the thirtieth floor of an office building a mile from the construction site where Michaela was being held. Pierre Michaud owned the building. Pierre was under sedation, but Susan got them access to the offices.
The windows faced toward the construction site. In the distance, Luke could see a large construction crane towering above the half-finished building. In the background behind the city were the parched peaks of the San Gabriel Mountains.
Trudy stood at a telescope, watching the roof. She had counted about a dozen men up there, as well as a few on the s
