Chapter 61New York CityHow could this motley group of academics simply
disappear on his watch? It didn’t make sense. Raymond Buford took a call
from the Head of the FBI in irritation.
“Yes?” Buford barked down the phone.
“Thought you’d like to know… six Saudi guards have
turned up at the UN Building asking for Brigadier-General Frank Tamaikoha.
The Brigadier has installed them in an official suite of rooms with
instructions that no one is to go anywhere near them.”
“Go on,” growled Buford – why didn’t he know
about this from his own people?
“Our agent tailed Tamaikoha from the UN Building as
far as the Queensboro Bridge heading for Long Island.”
“Long Island?” There was a glimmer of hope at
least.
He quickly mobilised two of his agents from the CIA New
York station. Having l
