Chapter 38

“Because in addition to teaching and writing books,” Sean said, “Dad does some kind of analyst work for an extremely secret government agency. I don’t even know its name. Also, Paul’s dad works with top-secret stuff at the Pentagon. Our house is very secure. Dad even has one of those gizmos that you can carry around from room to room and check for bugs, I mean listening devices.”

“Good,” I said. “Please continue.”

“So, he took the envelope down to the safe room and opened it,” Sean said.

He went on to narrate the story with an occasional prompt from Paul. I was watching Robbie’s face when they came to the part about being forced off the train at gunpoint—his eyes got very wide at that.

“So,” Sean eventually continued, “we bunched the drop cloths up, sat down on them, and leaned back against the housing of your diesel engine. It sort of lulled us to sleep. The rest you know.”

“Care to add anything, Paul?” I said.

“I think that about covers it,” he said.