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Port of Brunswick.
“All right,” Cade said, “what’s our move? If we assume he’s boarded a car-carrier tractor-trailer, where do we go? How do we know which way he’s headed?”
Kyle’s hands went into the air. “All we have at the moment is that a handful of car haulers have been pulled over by local law enforcement in various parts of the state and searched. That’s not much to go on.”
“That’s nothing to go on,” Jana said. “There must be a hundred trucks that have left this port over the last twelve hours. We’ve got to think like a terrorist. If you were a terrorist with a nuclear device you’re just itching to let loose, what direction would you head? You’ve got the whole United States at your fingertips. Where would you go?”
“Jana, wait a second,” Kyle said.
