Epilogue
Dozer
The property outside Wichita had given them three threads.
He sat in the back of the SUV outside Kansas City with Ghost and Hunter and Ruby and a file folder that had gotten considerably thicker over the last two weeks, and he thought about the east, about the structure they'd found that was bigger and older and more entrenched than anyone had initially estimated. The government had hired them, off the books, with a very large monetary offer they couldn’t turn down.
They would have taken the job for a lot less.
It wasn’t about the money for them. It was about ridding the world of as much evil as they could.
"We're going to need more people," Hunter said.
"I know."
"People we trust."
"I know." Dozer looked at the folder. At the thread that ran east, through three states, to a city he'd been watching for months. "Rampage is coming."
"That helps."
"It's not enough." He closed the folder. Looked at Ghost. "You still have that contact in Baltimore?"
Ghost's expression said everything.
"Make the call," Dozer said.
Ruby looked up from her laptop. "I have a friend joining us. She’s the best at what she does. This is going to get worse before it gets better."
"Always does."
"And the women connected to it—"
"We find them," Dozer said. "All of them. That's the job."
She held his gaze for a moment. Nodded.
Outside, Kansas City went about its business in the dark, unknowing.
Dozer opened the folder again.
The thread ran east into his territory, his town.