Chapter Twenty-seven
Thursday, October 23
10:03 AM
Nevada Test Site
As Paige drove the van back from Sedan crater, her cellular phone rang shrilly at her side. She excused herself from polite conversation with the Russians and used her thumb to punch the RECEIVE button.
She recognized the crisp, reedy voice of Dr. Adams, the Nye County ME who had discovered Nevsky had been murdered and who had promised his final report on the autopsy no later than today. “Ms. Mitchell, could you come down to the ME’s office as soon as possible? I have disturbing news, and I think we should discuss this in person.”
She immediately became wary, knowing the Russians would be eavesdropping. “Certainly, sir. I’ll get there as soon as possible,” she said, not asking for additional details.
“You might want
