“Berg knows his coffee. I think I’ll grab one of those,” said Rich. “Be right back.”

Devin took Rich’s place next to Marnie, unceremoniously tearing open one end of his breakfast burrito and taking a bite large enough to have possibly included some aluminum foil. He glanced at her and covered his mouth.

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

“I’m right there with you,” she said before hungrily attacking her own breakfast.

They’d finished half of their burritos before Devin broke the silence.

“What do you think’s next?”

An odd question, she thought.

“The consensus seems to be that we need to find this summer camp in the Ozarks.”

“Yeah. But how?” said Devin. “I’m a little worried about what I’m hearing.”

Marnie hadn’t heard any talk beyond locating the camp, but she’d given it some thought and probably came to the same conclusion reached by Rich and Karl. She wasn’t sure how she felt about it, but what choice did they have? And as long as they could keep things under control, which they seemed more than capable of doing, nobody innocent would get hurt. At least that was what she kept telling herself.

“What are you hearing?” she asked.

He leaned over and whispered, “I’m hearing the words kidnap and interrogation.”

“It’s in their hands,” said Marnie. “They know what they’re doing.”

Devin lowered his breakfast and considered her for a moment. “You’re okay with that?”

“What are the other options?” she said. “From what I’ve read, your mother spent weeks down at the Missouri-Arkansas border, with nothing to show for it. Given the stakes here, I can’t say I disagree with them.”

Devin looked conflicted, but he nodded. “I know. I’m just worried about how far they’ll go to secure the information. This group doesn’t fuck around—at all.”

“We’ll have to be the voice of reason,” she said. “Draw the line at innocent family members. Especially kids.”

“I don’t think we’ll have to worry about Rich and his crew hurting kids,” said Devin. “I don’t see them as the types to go that far, and there may be no point trying to leverage the kids against the parents. This second generation of sleepers lived through a modern-day pogrom. Thirty-seven of their summer camp friends executed. Nearly a third of their numbers. I don’t expect anything different from this generation of sleepers. They’ll more than likely sacrifice their children before betraying the cause.”

She squeezed his hand. “Promise me the children are off limits.”

Devin took her hand firmly. “No kids. No innocent victims. That’s the line. That’s also the reason we can’t let them sideline us.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.