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came up with something different.”
Edwards pulled out a map that displayed airplanes of different shapes and sizes and pointed to a picture of a jet. “This is an A-6 Intruder on the flight deck of the USS Midway . It sits right in front of the Island Superstructure, the tower housing the bridge and primary flight control.”
“I remember climbing up there during the tour to see all the controls,” Aubree said. They had waited twenty minutes for their tour. The inside of the tower was hot, and Aubree recalled wiping sweat from her forehead and fanning herself with a map of the Midway .
“Secretary of defense, Robert Walden, will be delivering an address in front of the Island Superstructure tomorrow. He’ll be standing nextto the A-6 Intruder.” Edwards tapped the picture, and Aubree’s breath caught in her throat. The voice from the phone call repeated in her mind: The Intruder will clear the way .
Edwards lowered his voice and continued. “We called in our police dogs and, in conjunction with the bomb squad, they discovered an explosive hidden in the Intruder on the deck of the ship.”
Aubree covered her mouth for a moment before speaking. “They were going to assassinate the secretary of defense? But why?”
Now Edwards didn’t look so confident. “We don’t know yet. Perhaps it was some left-wing, anti-war group. We’re searching the chatter to see if any organizations are discussing plans involving the secretary of defense.”
“I think I did hear something about him coming. A lot of people will be there, right? Is he still going to come?” Aubree asked.
Edwards nodded and rapped the file folders with his knuckles. “They’re taking all threats into consideration, but I think he’ll still give a speech. The Secret Service would’ve swept the entire carrier before his arrival, but I doubt they would’ve found the bomb in time without this lead. It took hours to find and dismantle it.”
“So you’ve foiled their plan. I should be safe now, right?” Aubree gave him a hopeful glance.
Edwards chewed on his bottom lip and shook his head. “We don’t know why they wanted to kill him. We don’t know who they are. You aren’t safe yet.” He touched her arm gently. “I want you to know we aren’t going to put you in even the smallest degree of danger. Every loose end has to be tied up, and until then, you’ll be in protective custody. There’s a good chance this is why they killed Devin and Tidmore, but we’ll have to wait and see.”
Aubree swallowed hard and blinked back tears. “Okay.”
“That’s all you need to know right now. Try to get some rest.” Edwards stood and walked to the door. He paused before he turned the handle as if he were going to say more, but then he sighed. Aubree watched the door close behind him and listened to the clock ticking again.
Agent Jason Edwards walked down the hall of the private facility. He hadn’t told Aubree Stewart everything, because he didn’t want toscare her into a state of shock. He didn’t tell her she definitely was not safe in the slightest degree or that he was more worried for her life than he let on. Because now he had a suspicion he couldn’t shake.
Her house had been too quiet—no one had come by. Even with the decoy in plain sight, no one had visited. No one had tried to delve into her personal identity; the FBI had used special Internet tracking programs to trace all of her online accounts. He was pretty sure he knew the reason. No one had tried to check up on Aubree Stewart because whoever was behind this plot already knew exactly where she was and everything about her.
S EVEN
H OW CAN THE SUN shine today? Aubree thought. The black dress stretched tightly over her body, soaking up the heat. The back of her neck beaded with sweat. Murmurs of comfort from others were muffled by the anxiety she felt.
Devin’s funeral was sparsely attended because of the FBI’s stipulations. Aubree knew it would’ve been that
Edwards pulled out a map that displayed airplanes of different shapes and sizes and pointed to a picture of a jet. “This is an A-6 Intruder on the flight deck of the USS Midway . It sits right in front of the Island Superstructure, the tower housing the bridge and primary flight control.”
“I remember climbing up there during the tour to see all the controls,” Aubree said. They had waited twenty minutes for their tour. The inside of the tower was hot, and Aubree recalled wiping sweat from her forehead and fanning herself with a map of the Midway .
“Secretary of defense, Robert Walden, will be delivering an address in front of the Island Superstructure tomorrow. He’ll be standing nextto the A-6 Intruder.” Edwards tapped the picture, and Aubree’s breath caught in her throat. The voice from the phone call repeated in her mind: The Intruder will clear the way .
Edwards lowered his voice and continued. “We called in our police dogs and, in conjunction with the bomb squad, they discovered an explosive hidden in the Intruder on the deck of the ship.”
Aubree covered her mouth for a moment before speaking. “They were going to assassinate the secretary of defense? But why?”
Now Edwards didn’t look so confident. “We don’t know yet. Perhaps it was some left-wing, anti-war group. We’re searching the chatter to see if any organizations are discussing plans involving the secretary of defense.”
“I think I did hear something about him coming. A lot of people will be there, right? Is he still going to come?” Aubree asked.
Edwards nodded and rapped the file folders with his knuckles. “They’re taking all threats into consideration, but I think he’ll still give a speech. The Secret Service would’ve swept the entire carrier before his arrival, but I doubt they would’ve found the bomb in time without this lead. It took hours to find and dismantle it.”
“So you’ve foiled their plan. I should be safe now, right?” Aubree gave him a hopeful glance.
Edwards chewed on his bottom lip and shook his head. “We don’t know why they wanted to kill him. We don’t know who they are. You aren’t safe yet.” He touched her arm gently. “I want you to know we aren’t going to put you in even the smallest degree of danger. Every loose end has to be tied up, and until then, you’ll be in protective custody. There’s a good chance this is why they killed Devin and Tidmore, but we’ll have to wait and see.”
Aubree swallowed hard and blinked back tears. “Okay.”
“That’s all you need to know right now. Try to get some rest.” Edwards stood and walked to the door. He paused before he turned the handle as if he were going to say more, but then he sighed. Aubree watched the door close behind him and listened to the clock ticking again.
Agent Jason Edwards walked down the hall of the private facility. He hadn’t told Aubree Stewart everything, because he didn’t want toscare her into a state of shock. He didn’t tell her she definitely was not safe in the slightest degree or that he was more worried for her life than he let on. Because now he had a suspicion he couldn’t shake.
Her house had been too quiet—no one had come by. Even with the decoy in plain sight, no one had visited. No one had tried to delve into her personal identity; the FBI had used special Internet tracking programs to trace all of her online accounts. He was pretty sure he knew the reason. No one had tried to check up on Aubree Stewart because whoever was behind this plot already knew exactly where she was and everything about her.
S EVEN
H OW CAN THE SUN shine today? Aubree thought. The black dress stretched tightly over her body, soaking up the heat. The back of her neck beaded with sweat. Murmurs of comfort from others were muffled by the anxiety she felt.
Devin’s funeral was sparsely attended because of the FBI’s stipulations. Aubree knew it would’ve been that
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