“Who’s on the phone?” I asked. I could see all the cameras pointing at our convoy of Humvees, ready to broadcast my humiliation to the world. “The back of the Courthouse, on Yakima Avenue,” 51 answered. “Leah, Violet, and Desiree, scatter!” I shouted. The windshield splintered. Over the pain, I heard Brandon’s voice roar, “Mary Glassner! Not here. Mark was captured. Mark wouldn’t stand a chance, I thought with a smile. The plan was to drive north, to Boeing Field in Seattle. I know you can be strong! “I have defeated the false God, Mark Glassner!” He paused, his words echoing through the air. I was never more thankful for getting the Gift from Tiffany than right now. I repeat, communications not secure.”
Then she tossed her Nextel out the window. We waited for Squad E. “Leah’s shot!” another person shouted. “Him,” Eustace said with emphasis and I finally understood.
