“It blankets a two-mile radius.”

“Nothing goes in, and nothing goes out.”

Sterling’s face turned from pale to gray.

He did not believe me.

His thumb pressed down hard on the red button.

The plastic clicked.

We waited.

The only sound was the rain beating against the hood of my SUV.

Nothing exploded.

The cabin in the distance remained dark and silent.

“No,” Sterling muttered.

He pressed it again, harder this time.

He mashed his thumb into the button, over and over.

“It’s a dead switch, Sterling,” I said.

Marco moved like a shadow.

Before Sterling could look up, Marco’s boot swept his legs out from under him.

Sterling hit the wet gravel hard, the breath rushing out of him in a wet gasp.

The detonator flew from his hand.

I stepped forward and crushed the plastic device under the heel of my boot.

The casing shattered into tiny pieces of wet plastic and wire.

Marco pinned Sterling to the ground, pulling his arms behind his back.

The heavy zip ties hissed as they locked into place.

“Get him up,” I said.