Clarissa did her best to assess what the hell was going on. The colonel on the phone looked pissed. Some general she didn’t recognize looked amused. And the others were all high fiving each other like they’d just won at Bingo.
Thankfully there was no sign of Holly or Taz.
“Miranda,” Clarissa dragged her aside a few steps. “I have information for you. I don’t know what it means yet, my people are working on that, but I have reason to believe that it is relevant to this situation.”
“Okay.”
“We intercepted a cell phone message that said, Burn the fields. It was sent approximately ten minutes before Clark’s crash. We pinpointed the location to an area just northwest of here—that’s the direction of Camp David.” It wasn’t until she said it that she understood exactly how neatly it fit the cr
