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  2. Welcome
  3. Prologue
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  80. Epilogue
  81. About the Authors
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“Damn,” she muttered and then pushed the intercom button on the phone at the edge of her desk. “Maggie? I had a perfect connection with Jon and it just went dead. Now I’m rolling to his voicemail. Do you think you can get him?”

“He’s with Randi,” Maggie responded over the speaker. “Hold on. Let me give her a try.”

Finally, Star’s eyes seemed to focus and she smiled pleasantly. “What can I do for you, Mr. Klein?”

He held up the photo he’d found on his desk. “Who is this?”

“Pretty impressive, huh? All I had was a vague description and it’s only been…”

“Too much information.”

“Sorry. He’s former military intelligence guy. Name’s Whitfield.”

Klein felt a dull rush of adrenaline in the pit of his stomach. “Major James Whitfield?”

“Yeah. Do you know him?”

He didn’t answer, instead dropping the photo and rushing back to Maggie Templeton’s desk. “Have you been able to get Jon yet?”

She shook her head. “He’s still rolling over. And I can’t get Randi’s cell either.”

“What about a landline?”

“There is one at the cabin but it seems to be out of service.” She tapped a few commands into her keyboard. “I’m not sure what the problem is. The cell tower servicing the area seems to be online and they normally get good signal…”

“Shit!”

Maggie looked up at him with alarm as he ran to the safe and began digging through it. Klein rarely swore. And he never ran.

“Get a team to where Randi’s staying,” he said. “Now!”

“A team?” Maggie responded. “What do you mean? What kind of team?”

“Anyone and everyone we can get with whatever weapons they can put their hands on.”

“But we don’t have any people available, Fred. Kate’s on the East Coast, but she’s in Philadelphia right now. And you just sent Darren to Kazakhstan.”

“Then we’ll pull from our security detail. Tell Jason to bring the helicopter.”

“Here? You want him to bring it here?”

“Just do it!”

She dialed and then held her hand over the phone’s mouthpiece. “Fred!” she said, starting to sound a little panicked. “What in God’s name are you looking for?”

“My gun.”

“Gun? What are you going to do with a gun?”

He found it at the back under some files and checked the clip while rushing back down the hallway. “Just bring in the helicopter! And get Jon on the damn phone!”

“What do you want me to tell him if I do?” she shouted after him.

“Tell him to try to hold out. Help is on the way.”

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