“General Jones has a jet standing by for me at Nellis Air Force Base. The situation in Iran is escalating.”
My dad the diplomat or should I say secret agent man? “Don’t get dead. I can’t lose you too.”
“I’m hard to kill.” Dad’s gaze settled on his brother. “Keep her safe.”
Uncle Ben nodded. “I will.”
“Have you destroyed the specimen?” Dad demanded abruptly.
“It has been neutralized.”
My psychic senses buzzed loudly. Shit! My uncle was lying through his teeth about thespecimen. Whatever that was.
“I love you,” Dad said and stepped back.
“Wait, Dad! We need to talk.”
The elevator doors snapped shut and down we went.
“Stop the elevator! I need to talk to my father again.”
“No.”
I glared at Uncle Ben and enunciated clearly, “I.”
“Need.”
“To.”
“Talk.”
“To.”
“My father.”
“Now!”
Uncle Ben’s cold gray eyes fixed on me. “You have no idea what your mother was, do you?”
“What are you talking about?”
He released an exasperated sigh. “Your mother was an alien.”
“So?”
“From a planet called Tanith.”
Shit! My uncle, the mad scientist, was Loony Tunes. “Mom was from Guadalajara, Mexico. She had her papers and wasn’t illegal,” I corrected.
The elevator doors slid back, revealing a narrow metal tunnel. I stepped out and looked around. The tunnel stretched about two hundred feet in each direction. “Take me back to the surface.”
“Your father is gone, and cell phones don’t work out here.”
Damn. I eyed my uncle. “How do you communicate with the outside world?”
“I have a satellite phone, and no, you may not use it.”
Good thing Dad had taught me how to hot-wire cars, because the first chance I got, I was stealing my uncle’s Jeep and heading for Vegas. “Where do I put my suitcases?”
