Chapter 20

My cell phone rang just as we were pulling into our garage, and I looked at the display before I said, “Any news?”

“Yes,” Rupert said, “and it’s not good. Your boys may not have been on the train, but their cell phones are—GPS is picking up two clear signals heading north with the train. I’m going to have someone board the train when it gets to Philadelphia and conduct a search. I’ve already got people tracking down and questioning the crew that brought the train from Florida to Washington.”

“So once again, we wait.”

“I’m sorry, but that’s the way it is,” he said.