Then she heard it—a soft humming. Penelope Kay Andie Anderson was not a victim. She was a former intelligence analyst hiding from people who wanted her memory wiped. And she had just realized Mara was not one of them.
“No,” Mara said, lowering her flashlight. “I’m the one who read your journal. Every page. You drew the constellations exactly as they appear from the Southern Hemisphere, but we’re in the north. You weren’t lost. You were signaling.” Searching for- Penelope Kay Andie Anderson in-A...
That’s where Mara went alone at dawn.