CHAPTER 60
“Clarice!”
Clarice jerked out of her nap.
“Clarice! I need help!”
She struggled to her feet and sprinted across the lawn as well as she could in the long skirt. Her bare foot landed hard on a rock.
“Ow! s**t!” She hobbled forward and banged in through the back door. The yellow and purple aster wreath she’d made slid out of her hair. She managed to catch it and tossed it onto her desk.
“I could get to like the country. What’s up, Ms. P?”
“They’re attacking Shelley!”
“You’re white as a sheet.” She’d never seen the director so scared. Not even on the tape when Phillip had been dying.
“What? How?” No one knew where the silos were. Even she didn’t. Though she’d tried. She was one of the few civilians that even knew they existed.
Amanda pointed to her screen. Turned it for C
