“The war comes closer to us every day. I must put Mr. Sperry, the FBI agent, on the tracks of these people at once—”
“But Lena?” The words slipped out unbidden.
“Lena must look out for herself.” Rita Warren’s words were spoken in tones cold as ice. “We are in a war. If Lena has been associating with spies, if she’s been doing wrong things she must suffer for them.”
“But it’s not been proven yet.”
“Not yet.”
“Then there’s Rosa,” Norma said quietly.
“Rosa? Is she in on this, too?”
“I—I don’t know. Just tonight she came in after she had been away a long time, with a strange, secretive look on her face. And back at Fort Des Moines, there was her flashing of light at night and the crazy thing she did at the airport.”
“Tell me.”
Norma told of the flashing lights and Rosa’s book of prayers.