Rex had arrived shortly before five in the morning.
I know I heard the sound of his truck entering the driveway of the house, but I didn’t risk looking out the window. By the time I went downstairs it was a little after six; dawn was just breaking. The children were sleeping, but I didn’t want to leave them alone in my room, so I wrapped Sasha in her colorful blanket and woke Andre. It was a cruel move, but the unprotected window, no matter how many sensors it had, terrified me.
The three of us went down to the kitchen, only to find that there was another “summit meeting,” this time with Agent Aguilera.
Saturday morning was already looking pretty complicated: everyone was once again gathered around Ishida’s iPad screen. But what definitely caught my attention was Rex’s voice:
“Son of a
