Jason’s fiddling with his phone now, turning the hand-crank to top up its battery charge. Cassandra glances at him in the midst of wending her way between abandoned cars. “You getting anything on that thing?” She knows she doesn’t sound like she believes it.
“Maybe,” Jason says. “It’s picking up some local networks. Maybe one of them belongs to these researchers we’re trying to find.”
They get across the river and into the neighborhood of Harvard. One of the first things Cassandra notices is that the streets are a lot clearer. The cars are mostly along the sides. But not as though they’ve been parked there.
Then they come to a barricade of the things, filling the street from side to side and way too high for anything smaller than a semi to drive over. The van comes to a halt.
“I think we found them,” Cassandra says.
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