Chapter 42

• The heavy steel door of Reese’s command post slammed shut behind us.
• “He knew,” Val said, her voice a low, disbelieving whisper. She slammed a fist against the metal map table, making the bullet casings scattered across it jump. “The son of a bitch knew we were there. He was toying with us.”
• The image of The Remnant, a silhouette against a dead sky, was burned into my mind. He hadn't just seen us. He had looked through me.