CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
1:55 p.m. Eastern Daylight Time
Headquarters of the Special Response Team
McLean, Virginia
Three cups of coffee hadn’t done anything.
He moved through the bustling hallways in a near daze. A hand reached out and touched his arm. He turned to look and it was Trudy.
Her hair hung down in soft curls. Her pretty eyes were behind her crazy red librarian glasses. She wore a blue blazer and dress pants.
They stared at each other for a long moment. Neither one spoke. To Luke, it wasn’t necessarily awkward. He wasn’t sure what it was. The office activity swirled around them. It was a hectic day. This morning’s raid had returned the SRT to the glare of the national spotlight. All of these people were working as quickly as possible to put that glare elsewhere. Thankfully,
