Chapter 29

“They don’t want the general population to panic, thinking it was some sort of terrorist attack,” Gage said, getting nods of agreement from his companions.

“I say we get something to eat, then decide what’s next,” Ash suggested as they reached the outskirts of Fort Wayne.

“Good idea. Before we do, let’s find a shipping store. I have to send the MGL back to my friend.” Kegan had cleaned it, wiping it clear of any fingerprints, as he handled it the previous evening without wearing gloves. He wasn’t worried about the grenade shells the police might find at the scene. He hadn’t loaded the launcher until they were on the boat, when he’d been wearing gloves.