Chapter Twelve
Wednesday, October 22
6:50 AM
Mercury, Nevada
The straight desert roads made speed limits meaningless, but Craig kept his eyes nervously on the needle hovering at ninety miles per hour. Paige drove with one hand on the steering wheel, as if her government pickup were a sporty MG convertible.
She filled him in on what she’d been doing since they had last worked together. She described her previous week with the Russian disarmament team and tried to establish a foundation for him to begin his investigation.
Highway 95 stretched north to the horizon, and the desert opened up like a bottomless pit with huge skies above, huge horizons around them, and rugged mountains like distant guardians on all sides.
After nearly an hour of crossing barren wasteland, Paige gestured thr
