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her window with her free hand as Keene swerved in and out of traffic. “Keene seems to think we should go.”
“Anything big?” Preston asked.
“Don’t know yet. One of Keene’s buddies,” she watched as Keene made the face again, “is a computer hacker. Pretty good one, too. Has some gear that he shouldn’t have. But that’s neither here nor there. It’s a good lead, and we’re going to check it out.”
“Anything you need me to do?”
“Nah. I’ll keep you posted.”
“Check in when you get there.”
“Will do.”
Taylor clicked off the call as the truck pulled into her driveway. She undid her seat belt and opened the door.
“I’ll be a couple minutes. You can come inside if you want.”
“I’ll wait out here,” Keene said. “I’ll call Jennings and let him know.”
“Suit yourself,” she said. “Give me ten minutes.”
Inside, she ran to the bedroom and grabbed her overnight bag, stuffing it with underwear, jeans, T-shirts; a toothbrush followed. She zipped up the bag and headed into the kitchen where Barney, her Jack Russell, was sitting on his doggie bed.
Shoot
, she thought.
“Sorry, buddy. I almost forgot about you.”
She pulled out her phone to call the neighbor, but as she did, it buzzed.
“Taylor here,” she answered.
“Ms. Taylor, it’s Boz.”
“Oh hey, Boz. What can I do for you?”
“I’m still at the White House, but I wanted to try and catch up with you and Mr. Keene. Where are you?”
“Ah,” Megan paused, unsure what to tell him. “At my house. But I’m about to leave.”
“I see,” Boz said.
Megan could hear the questioning tone. She figured she might as well tell him.
“Keene and I are on our way to Chicago. Seems there may be something worth checking out. We’re leaving right away.”
“Great. I’ll come with you.”
Aw, man
, Taylor thought. No way this was going to go over well with Keene. “Tell you what, Boz. Keene and I are in a pretty big hurry. What if I just call you and keep you updated?”
“I really don’t think that will work. But I also don’t want to be the cause of any friction between you and Mr. Keene. So if you’d like, you can keep this conversation between us, and I’ll just meet you at the plane.”
Megan was about to try and protest again, but the line went dead. She opened the cupboard and grabbed the bottle of ibuprofen, took two out for the headache that was now pounding in her temple, chased them down with a glass of water, and threw the rest of the bottle into her bag. She quickly called the neighbor and explained her unexpected trip. The neighbor promised to take Barney out and feed him for the next couple days. Taylor left a twenty on the counter with a note that read,
Thanks a bunch! I owe you one!
She barely got the bag in the backseat and her seat belt buckled before Keene pulled out onto the road again.
CHAPTER 17
B oz clicked off the phone call from Taylor as President Grant came back into the room. He had been left there by himself while the president attended to a quick briefing. While alone, he tried to think through everything Grant had shared with him the last couple days. First there were the letters. Then there was the video. And finally, there was Jonathan Keene and Megan Taylor.
There really wasn’t any good explanation for how he’d found himself here. It all seemed surreal. He had been an Army Ranger, before. And if there’s one thing that Ranger school had taught him, it was that everything had an explanation. There was no such thing as coincidence, or chance. Strangely, his current role as a pastor had affirmed that way of thinking. Therefore, no coincidence. No chance. And that made him feel all the more uneasy about what was going on here. He had shared his concerns with Grant, who had as much as agreed with him. But there was the idea that maybe they could somehow stop what this Prophet was warning them about. Perhaps, in His providence, God was using them to
“Anything big?” Preston asked.
“Don’t know yet. One of Keene’s buddies,” she watched as Keene made the face again, “is a computer hacker. Pretty good one, too. Has some gear that he shouldn’t have. But that’s neither here nor there. It’s a good lead, and we’re going to check it out.”
“Anything you need me to do?”
“Nah. I’ll keep you posted.”
“Check in when you get there.”
“Will do.”
Taylor clicked off the call as the truck pulled into her driveway. She undid her seat belt and opened the door.
“I’ll be a couple minutes. You can come inside if you want.”
“I’ll wait out here,” Keene said. “I’ll call Jennings and let him know.”
“Suit yourself,” she said. “Give me ten minutes.”
Inside, she ran to the bedroom and grabbed her overnight bag, stuffing it with underwear, jeans, T-shirts; a toothbrush followed. She zipped up the bag and headed into the kitchen where Barney, her Jack Russell, was sitting on his doggie bed.
Shoot
, she thought.
“Sorry, buddy. I almost forgot about you.”
She pulled out her phone to call the neighbor, but as she did, it buzzed.
“Taylor here,” she answered.
“Ms. Taylor, it’s Boz.”
“Oh hey, Boz. What can I do for you?”
“I’m still at the White House, but I wanted to try and catch up with you and Mr. Keene. Where are you?”
“Ah,” Megan paused, unsure what to tell him. “At my house. But I’m about to leave.”
“I see,” Boz said.
Megan could hear the questioning tone. She figured she might as well tell him.
“Keene and I are on our way to Chicago. Seems there may be something worth checking out. We’re leaving right away.”
“Great. I’ll come with you.”
Aw, man
, Taylor thought. No way this was going to go over well with Keene. “Tell you what, Boz. Keene and I are in a pretty big hurry. What if I just call you and keep you updated?”
“I really don’t think that will work. But I also don’t want to be the cause of any friction between you and Mr. Keene. So if you’d like, you can keep this conversation between us, and I’ll just meet you at the plane.”
Megan was about to try and protest again, but the line went dead. She opened the cupboard and grabbed the bottle of ibuprofen, took two out for the headache that was now pounding in her temple, chased them down with a glass of water, and threw the rest of the bottle into her bag. She quickly called the neighbor and explained her unexpected trip. The neighbor promised to take Barney out and feed him for the next couple days. Taylor left a twenty on the counter with a note that read,
Thanks a bunch! I owe you one!
She barely got the bag in the backseat and her seat belt buckled before Keene pulled out onto the road again.
CHAPTER 17
B oz clicked off the phone call from Taylor as President Grant came back into the room. He had been left there by himself while the president attended to a quick briefing. While alone, he tried to think through everything Grant had shared with him the last couple days. First there were the letters. Then there was the video. And finally, there was Jonathan Keene and Megan Taylor.
There really wasn’t any good explanation for how he’d found himself here. It all seemed surreal. He had been an Army Ranger, before. And if there’s one thing that Ranger school had taught him, it was that everything had an explanation. There was no such thing as coincidence, or chance. Strangely, his current role as a pastor had affirmed that way of thinking. Therefore, no coincidence. No chance. And that made him feel all the more uneasy about what was going on here. He had shared his concerns with Grant, who had as much as agreed with him. But there was the idea that maybe they could somehow stop what this Prophet was warning them about. Perhaps, in His providence, God was using them to
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