Staring into the beam of her headlights, she concentrated on staying between the lines. Migraine-strength pain thumped so hard in her head it felt like her eyes would pop out. She snapped up the cell phone she’d picked out of the dead guy’s hand in the back seat. She swerved once, and shook her head to clear it. Darting glances downward, she dialed Tony’s cell number. “Lumin, where do you think you’re going?” he answered. “Away—from everybody, but I need to tell you something. When I was with Dafoe, he said General Caufield helped him. He said he was close to the President.” “Okay, sweetheart, got it. Now turn the vehicle around. Everything is under control.” “No, Tony.” “What do you mean, no?” he said sharply. “Lumin, get your ass back here. We need to get you to USAMRIID.” “There’s no point. There’s no vaccine. No cure. I’m going to find somewhere to hide. Away from people.” “You can’t hide, Lumin. I’ll put a chopper in the air now. You can’t outrun it.”
