CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
Clive Denton – A.K.A – JamesCalver arrived at the embassy early, only to find an increased security level. At first, he thought it was to do with the new software, then he saw the emergency services spread out near where he and his colleagues usually parked. There was the usual guard checking identifications, along with two Marines in full tactical gear standing guard.
‘What happened?’ Calver asked as he handed over his plastic-covered ID.
‘Someone blew up Agent Foster’s car last night. The camp’s been on alert since late last night.’
Calver checked his cell phone.
No new messages.
He blew out a sigh of relief. The last thing he needed was to find a missed call from the night before for him to come in.
‘Oh God, that’s…that’s terrible,’ Calver said, sounding like he
