They’d all heard it, but Leona Dix was the first to react. “Oh my God—somebody get the mic!”
She’d been standing in the rain with a pair of binoculars, trying in vain to see the paddock. But the government had built a 50-foot concrete “ridge” between the Institute itself and the purported enclosure, making its observation impossible. Leona had laughed when she first saw it, reminded of the Matterhorn at Disneyland. She wasn’t laughing now.
Steve got up from where he’d been sitting and moved toward the back of the van. Its interior was cluttered with shelves, like an electrician’s truck. He swept aside dark clothing and passed boxes containing cans of spray paint, explosive devices (both mock and real), crowbars, chemicals, walkie-talkies ...
And came to the audio/video equipment, at the
