CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE
The building was gone.
If there had been anything more to find, it had been destroyed along with the farmhouse. There were still popping and the sound of stray bullets as the ammunition continued to burn. Steel just hoped all the explosives and grenades were spent. The farmhouse was now just a pile of limestone rubble. A flamming funnel of red, yellow, and black cloud rose up. The barn was burning, the roof had collapsed. The sound of the bricks falling into the inferno mixed with a crackle of burning lumber. There was nothing more he could do in the way of search for information.
Steel hoped his message had gotten through to Samara and that they could get to the embassy in time. The cell signal he had used had been weak – two bars at the most.
He had heard the cries
