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Chapters (72)
  1. TITLE PAGE
  2. COPYRIGHT PAGE
  3. DEDICATION
  4. CONTENTS
  5. PROLOGUE
  6. PART I
  7. CHAPTER 1
  8. CHAPTER 2
  9. CHAPTER 3
  10. CHAPTER 4
  11. CHAPTER 5
  12. CHAPTER 6
  13. CHAPTER 7
  14. PART II
  15. CHAPTER 8
  16. CHAPTER 9
  17. CHAPTER 10
  18. CHAPTER 11
  19. CHAPTER 12
  20. CHAPTER 13
  21. CHAPTER 14
  22. CHAPTER 15
  23. CHAPTER 16
  24. CHAPTER 17
  25. CHAPTER 18
  26. PART III
  27. CHAPTER 19
  28. CHAPTER 20
  29. CHAPTER 21
  30. CHAPTER 22
  31. CHAPTER 23
  32. CHAPTER 24
  33. CHAPTER 25
  34. CHAPTER 26
  35. CHAPTER 27
  36. CHAPTER 28
  37. CHAPTER 29
  38. CHAPTER 30
  39. CHAPTER 31
  40. PART IV
  41. CHAPTER 32
  42. CHAPTER 33
  43. CHAPTER 34
  44. CHAPTER 35
  45. CHAPTER 36
  46. CHAPTER 37
  47. CHAPTER 38
  48. CHAPTER 39
  49. CHAPTER 40
  50. CHAPTER 41
  51. PART V
  52. CHAPTER 42
  53. CHAPTER 43
  54. CHAPTER 44
  55. CHAPTER 45
  56. CHAPTER 46
  57. CHAPTER 47
  58. CHAPTER 48
  59. CHAPTER 49
  60. CHAPTER 50
  61. CHAPTER 51
  62. CHAPTER 52
  63. CHAPTER 53
  64. CHAPTER 54
  65. CHAPTER 55
  66. CHAPTER 56
  67. PART VI
  68. CHAPTER 57
  69. CHAPTER 58
  70. CHAPTER 59
  71. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  72. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

“We’re forced to consider a less practical solution, but one that might work just the same. Your mother’s plan, the Wilson gambit, as I like to call it, only needed to produce a single name to work. A sleeper at one of the companies that had recently imploded. She could run the background checks on the families and put together a dossier for the FBI, complete with her executive summary. They’d have no choice but to do their due diligence and check out the name.

“And when they did, they’d find that Mr. and Mrs. Sleeper—the parents of the software engineer investigated by their very own organization for their role in the failed Tamir missiles or by the National Transportation Safety Board for their quality-control work on the supposedly fixed 737 MAX flight-control system—had materialized out of thin air in the early 1970s. Just like the seventy-three other couples she’d passed along to them in her file.

“Now she’s getting somewhere. If Helen could get more names out of Donald Wilson, even better. They wouldn’t even have to be employees from one of the companies we discussed a little earlier. The Bureau would investigate the parents’ background and discover that they arrived on the same spaceship that dropped the rest of the couples in various places around the country in the seventies. Case closed for Helen, but not for the FBI. Not by a long shot.”

Devin couldn’t help feeling skeptical of Berg’s rosy scenario. “They probably would have shipped her off to Guantanamo Bay and thrown her in isolation for the rest of her life, after reaching some kind of agreement with the Russians to pretend the whole thing never happened. Everyone avoids the embarrassment.”

“I wish I could say that would never happen, but I’ve seen both governments pretend something potentially more catastrophic didn’t happen,” said Berg. “Which is why we need to approach this differently. I’d like to locate the camp. My guess is that it has remained completely off the grid from inception to closing, which would serve to bolster the overall credibility of the conspiracy theory. You don’t open a summer camp for a few hundred families and keep it hidden for no reason. Physical evidence of this secret camp—combined with the overall pattern that Helen discovered and the thirty-seven deaths occurring on the nearby lakes—might be enough to pique the FBI’s interest. Should be enough. I know someone at the FBI who will hear me out, but I have to bring her something tangible.”

“The camp or a name connected to one of these high-profile technology failures,” said Devin.