No one had knees that bony. “What do you want?” she asked, holding up her hands. “We’ve got nothing, Jay,” said Jesse. “Don’t do this to us.” “It’s not about you,” he said. The smile was gone now. He was determined, but he didn’t look happy about it. “I lied. The last people through here weren’t balloonists. I had some other visitors tonight. They came out of this thing.” He cocked his head at the booth behind him. “They said to keep an eye out for people using the roads. I’m supposed to let them know if I see anyone.” “Did you let them know?” asked Clair. “They told me you were terrorists. I saw you fiddling with the booth. I may not approve of it, but it’s the only thing this place has going for it. You blow it up, and I might as well go out back and dig my grave.” “Did you let them know, Jay?” His watery gaze darted from her to Jesse and back again. “I did what I had to.” Clair cursed silently to herself. This is what happens when you let your guard down, a voice whispered in her mind.
