“I want to know why we are not allowed to see her,” Carl Reese insisted.
“Because she is no longer here,” was Miguel Sanchez’ smug answer. This post as the new president’s chief assistant was just beginning to settle in his mind. And to push these ugly Americans around was salsa in the soup.
“No longer here?,” “Where have you taken her?” Maggie’s and Carl’s words overlapped each other. If Maggie hadn’t been standing, she would have jumped to her feet. Her fists clenched, her jaw tightened. Carl’s hand on her forearm was the only thing that stopped her from the rage she was feeling.
“Why was she transferred without telling us?” Carl asked, trying to keep his voice as calm as possible. In all his years of diplomatic training, this was the closest he’d felt to screaming at someone.
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