Chapter Three
Tuesday, October 21
7:15 AM
Hoover Dam
Take charge. Think fast.
Craig Kreident couldn’t spend days pondering the ramifications of his decisions. Too many lives depended on his reaction time for him to hesitate. And he had to get it right the first time.
He pointed to Goldfarb, Jackson, and the other law-enforcement agents. “Fan out now. We’ve definitely got a bomb, but we don’t have a bad guy to help us track it down. The clock is ticking, people—move it!”
García, the shift foreman, looked grayish and sick. He had seen the militiaman throw himself backward into the churning water, and now he stared with disbelief at Craig’s pronouncement. “A bomb? For real?”
“Yes, sir,” Craig said. “Did you recognize that man?”
García swallowed, then shook his head. “Didn’t look like
