Excerpt
Julia's mind was racing, far out in front of her feet.
As she cut across Madison Avenue, she spun to avoid a taxi that was honking madly at her. But that maneuver forced her into a near collision with a bicycle that sent the rider careening across the pavement. Julia yelled back an apology, but she couldn't stop. Right now, time was everything.
She reached the other side of the street near E. 84th and began weaving her way down the sidewalk, dodging baby-carriages, people with walkers, and dogs on leashes. Every New Yorker who wasn't at home watching the U.N. ceremonies seemed to be out on the streets, determined to get in her way. She pushed through the crowd, mumbling excuses, poking furiously at her vid-phone as she tried to make emergency calls.
Her brain was flying in multiple directions. Dark alleyways from her past had suddenly been illuminated, and she wanted to explore them, to find answers to questions that had been gnawing at her for a lifetime. But all of that was for later.
For now, she allowed herself only one quick thought: the nightmares that had plagued her for years were not the dead hand of the past trying to hold her back. Maybe they were the hand of the future pulling her towards this moment.
She had to find Jesse and stop him.