“No. I worked a sting at MINERVA, the same night everything went down with my mom. It was a counter-honey-trap operation, except that everyone but the honey trap was in their fifties. I put three of them in the hospital that night; the rest flew out of Dulles the next morning. One of our surveillance teams followed them to the KLM ticket counter.”

“That’s very interesting,” said Berg. “Did MINERVA identify any of them? I know they can be pretty thorough.”

“I don’t know. Everything blew up with my mother right after the operation,” said Devin. “They were reaching out to law enforcement contacts to get some help with fingerprints. None of them carried ID. I can reach out to my boss to see if they found anything.”

“We’ll have to vet him first,” said Berg.

“Yeah,” said Devin. “He fits the profile.”

Marnie ran her fingers through her shoulder-length hair, back and forth, before making two fists in her lap, hands shaking.

“You okay?” asked Devin, wondering if once again he should keep his mouth shut.

“I feel like you guys are talking in code,” said Marnie. “On purpose.”

“We’re not,” said Berg. “It’s too much to explain without showing you. Trust me. This is complicated in an epically bad way.”

“I can’t wait,” said Marnie.

“Neither can I,” said Rich.

“You haven’t seen it yet?” she asked.

“I got Helen’s executive summary,” said Rich. “What she prepared for Devin or whoever took over the fight for her. That was enough to get me out here. Seeing the first Russian team move in was enough to convince me this was real. The last attack? That sealed the deal.”

“I don’t suppose there’s any way I could get my hands on that right now?” she said.

“I have a copy in the glove box,” he said.

“You don’t really have a copy in the glove box,” said Berg.

“I do,” said Rich. “I hate reading on my phone.”

“Marnie. You don’t have to get involved in this any further than I’ve involved you,” said Devin. “We need to get your parents to a safe house or something until Karl can reach out to that group in LA that’s good at hiding people. I’m really sorry about all of this.”

Rich turned in his seat. “I’ve already taken the liberty of making those arrangements. I prepositioned two of my people in Falls Church in case something went wrong tonight. I figured this qualified, so I activated the plan. My team will escort them to a private terminal at Reagan National Airport, where they’ll board a private jet and fly to Los Angeles. Same with your dad, Devin. Unless they refuse. Nobody is forcing anybody to do anything.”

“I need to call them and let them know it’s okay,” said Marnie, pulling out her cell phone.