CHAPTER THIRTY NINE
12:17 p.m.
United States Naval Observatory – Washington, DC
“The target is Los Angeles,” Kurt Kimball said.
They were upstairs in Susan’s study. Stone had just sent word that Michaela was alive and well. Susan had sunk into a leather high-backed chair. She took a deep breath. The sensation of relief was overwhelming, even more so than the sensation of giving birth to Michaela in the first place. It was if Michaela had died, then by some miracle had returned from the grave.
Susan enjoyed that feeling. It was one of almost limitless possibility. She rested in that feeling, but only for a moment. There was more to do.
There was always more to do.
“We raided all sixty-three venues,” Kurt said. “Most hadn’t seen any activity in a long time. In south Los Angeles, the F
