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Chapters (48)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Table of Contents
  4. Chapter One: Fender Bender
  5. Chapter Two: Bigfoot Burrito
  6. Chapter Three: Treasure Hunt
  7. Chapter Four: Open Sesame
  8. Chapter Five: Central Intelligence
  9. Chapter Six: First Flight
  10. Chapter Seven: Park It
  11. Chapter Eight: Next Steps
  12. Chapter Nine: Search Strategies
  13. Chapter Ten: Overflight
  14. Chapter Eleven: Barn Doors
  15. Chapter Twelve: Saturn Fly-By
  16. Chapter Thirteen: Getting a Clue
  17. Chapter Fourteen: Hacked
  18. Chapter Fifteen: The Spy Game
  19. Chapter Sixteen: Investigations
  20. Chapter Seventeen: Break-In
  21. Chapter Eighteen: Battening Down
  22. Chapter Nineteen: Shoring Up Defenses
  23. Chapter Twenty: Third Time’s the Charm
  24. Chapter Twenty-One: Proxy
  25. Chapter Twenty-Two: Rescue
  26. Chapter Twenty-Three: Chase
  27. Chapter Twenty-Four: Spies R Us
  28. Chapter Twenty-Five: Surveillance
  29. Chapter Twenty-Six: Making Plans
  30. Chapter Twenty-Seven: Going In
  31. Chapter Twenty-Eight: Infiltration
  32. Chapter Twenty-Nine: Accidental Captive
  33. Chapter Thirty: Interrogation
  34. Chapter Thirty-One: Reaction
  35. Chapter Thirty-Two: Kidnappings
  36. Chapter Thirty-Three: Reviewing Options
  37. Chapter Thirty-Four: Public Debut
  38. Chapter Thirty-Five: Distractions
  39. Chapter Thirty-Six: The Big Reveal
  40. Chapter Thirty-Seven: Regrouping
  41. Chapter Thirty-Eight: Waiting for Results
  42. Chapter Thirty-Nine: It Hits the Fan
  43. Chapter Forty: Disassembly
  44. Chapter Forty-One: Wrapping It Up
  45. Chapter Forty-Two: Negotiations
  46. Chapter Forty-Three: Coda
  47. About the Author
  48. About the Publisher

“They’d be committing a significant portion of their lives to this, though,” Nat said.

“Lifespans are much longer with Covenant medical knowledge,” Sheldon replied. “This is not as big a commitment for them as it would be for you.”

Patrick waved his arms to get everyone’s attention. “This is all very interesting, but we still haven’t gotten to square one on what we’re going to do about it. Any ideas?”

We exchanged glances, but no one volunteered a response. Even Sheldon withheld comment.

Chapter Thirty-Two: Kidnappings

Chapter Thirty-Two: Kidnappings

Day 25. Monday morning

I stood on the porch, steaming travel mug in my hand, waiting for Patrick. Dad had informed me at breakfast that I’d need to make alternate arrangements or drive myself to work in the Buick, as he was working from home today. Patrick, always ready to help, had agreed to pick me up.

He came around the corner into our driveway as usual, almost but not quite on two wheels, and skidded to a stop right in front of me. I got in the car with as much dignity as I could muster, and tried to ignore the gravel-spewing donut as he came around for launch.

“If you break a window, Dad’ll make you pay for it,” I said.

“Well, someone will pay,” he replied. “I don’t think your dad really cares who.”

I grunted and sipped my coffee as we sped off down the road.

We were coming around a curve just outside of town when Patrick abruptly hammered on the brakes. In front of us were two vehicles, parked in a V, blocking the road. One of them had more than a passing resemblance to the fake cop car that had chased us the other day, but without the roof lights.

Patrick skidded to a stop and stuck it in reverse immediately, having correctly analyzed the situation as not good. Then he said, “Aw, shit!” as something thumped into our back end.

I just had time to turn and see a large four-by-four blocking our escape when someone dressed up in military gear poked an automatic weapon at me and yelled, “Get out, now!” I could hear something similar happening on Patrick’s side of the car.

Raising my hands first, I slowly reached for the lock button and pulled it up. Immediately the guy grabbed the door and yanked it open, then stepped back with the rifle pointed at my head. “Out.”

I subvocalized, “Sheldon, help! We’re being arrested or kidnapped or something. No cloaking fields, but they could be employed by the Loranna.”

Sheldon’s reply came back right away. “Understood. I can track you, unless they put you in a Faraday cage. I’ve alerted Natalie in case she’s a target as well. She’s already on her way to work, but has pulled over. I’ll pick her up immediately.”