PART 2 OF 10
A Routine Stop
Mavenlus DeskFICTION
Ninety minutes earlier, none of it existed.
No helicopters.
No red phone.
No general.
There was only a stretch of Interstate 89 in the heat of a long afternoon, and a gray rental sedan holding steady in the right lane.
Sarah Hayes was driving the way she always drove.
Both hands on the wheel.
Mirrors every few seconds.
Speed exactly at the limit.