Two Black SUVs Rolled Into My Aunt’s Backyard

and frowned. “Who’s Kessler?”

Nobody answered him.

Sandra was already speaking, low and fast. “Intercept team lost him near Route 50 at fourteen-twenty. We picked up a plate reader hit less than ten minutes ago. He’s mobile. We believe he may be heading east. Your location is inside the possible contact corridor.”

My aunt gave a nervous laugh again, weaker continue reading …