CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
November 13
7:05 a.m. Eastern Standard Time
Quantico, Virginia
Luke was tired.
He leaned against a gleaming black Hummer H3 parked at a McDonald’s two miles from the gate of the Quantico training grounds. He had gotten a few hours’ sleep in his hotel room, but not nearly enough. Coffee wasn’t going to cut it today.
The parking lot was nearly empty. The restaurant had just opened five minutes before. Luke had arrived here one minute ago. He had looked over the other available cars—a tiny, beat-up Toyota Tercel, and an even smaller Mazda—and he guessed that this giant Hummer was the right one.
Ed Newsam walked out of the McDonald’s wearing a brown leather jacket, carrying two large white paper bags in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.
Ed was big—that was t
