Chapter 17

It only took them twenty minutes to get to the Panera in West Ossippee, because Ben had a lead foot on the best of days and this was not the best of days for Ben. He saw no signs of trouble from the restaurant exterior. The windows were bright and clear, and he could see the people inside the restaurant were going about their business and enjoying their meals.

That didn’t mean there wasn’t any danger. The kidnapper could easily have a gun on Lennon in the restaurant right now or be waiting to shoot when they got him outside.

Townsend led the way into the restaurant. Ben followed. Both had a gun drawn under their coats, ready to shoot if the occasion called for it. Every screaming child was a potential terrorist who needed to be put down to save Lennon’s life. Every coughing farm worker was a foreign spy willing to take an innocent scientist abroad against his will. Every giggling teenager was a bad actor, looking to use a high-value target like Lennon for their own ends.