Deep
Iron Storage Facility
Sunday, August 29, 5:36
A.M.
Time Remaining on the
Extinction Clock: 78 hours, 24 minutes
E.S.T.
Lt. Jerry Spencer, head of the DMS forensic
investigation division and former Washington police detective, sat
on the edge of a desk in the main office of Deep Iron. He felt old
and tired and used up. He held his cell phone in one hand and
drummed the fingers of his other hand in slow beats on the plastic
shell. His eyes were bloodshot from working the Deep Iron crime
scene-which was really a collection of related crime scenes-for a
dozen hours, and that had been on the heels of working the ambush
scene in Wilmington. There was a call he had to make, but his heart
had sunk so low in his chest that he didn’t think he could do
it.
He sighed, rubbed his eyes, and punched in
the numbers.
Mr. Church answered on the third
ring.
Spencer said, “I found Jigsaw
Team.”
He said it in a way that could only mean one
thing.
Church’s voice was soft. “Tell
me.”