“Does anyone else have one of these radio communicators?” I asked.
“Father does, but I don’t know if he’s carrying one with him. We can see if anyone will show up.” Amelia toggled Nadine’s radio and lowered her head closer to it. “Mr. Pickett is still alive and planning more attacks in the capitol building. We’re headed there to fight him. Please assist us.”
Silence answered.
“Looks like we’re on our own,” Strong Arrow said, sitting taller in his seat, and giving his prisoner a shove.
* * * *
Our carriage made it to the capitol building with no other attacks, though we still kept watch. When we arrived at the capitol, there were no carriages out front, unlike the night before when we’d met here with Mr. Pickett’s brother, Sir Pickett, the British delegate who declared we should either
