Three years after our divorce, my ex-wife called me saying she had a gift—but what I saw when I arrived left me completely shocked.

of coffee, dust, and old paper. Every window was covered. A police scanner crackled on a kitchen counter. Maps were pinned to one wall, marked with red circles and black thread.
This was not a hiding place.
It was a war room.
Mara locked three bolts behind them. “How long since contact?”
“Less than three hours,” Olivia said.
“Visible tail?”
“We lost one continue reading …