Chapter 59

Meanwhile, Alan was safely holed up in his house, doors locked tight, as he gingerly opened the envelope. Just as he'd expected, inside was another envelope with the same cryptic instructions: "For your eyes only. Burn after reading."

Memo from the Director's Desk

To: Special Agent Alan Robbins

Classified: Top Secret

Hey, Alan,

Just a heads up: you've got company rolling into town. One dude and two dames, cruising in a black Range Rover with Arizona plates, DMF-48W. They'll be hitting Rolling Hills Road on Arizona Highway Alternate 89A, about a mile southwest, around 1 AM Thursday morning. Give or take fifteen minutes. If they're a no-show, pack it up and try again the next night. But if you strike out two nights in a row, it's time to hit reverse and head back home. Assume the worst—dead or captured. Scoot over to a backup spot right away.

IDs: William Zabo'