CHAPTER 6
THE UNDERCOVER
0830 hours—The last Day: Jimmy Boy Craig sat at the kitchen table, staring at the assortment of papers laid out in front of him. The walk to and from the mosque combined with a second cold shower and multiple cups of coffee had finally tamed his hangover to a point where he could concentrate. Nothing of any significance has occurred during the Morning Prayer, although with his head still throbbing he couldn’t be certain if he would have recognized something substantial. Now, back in his studio apartment, he took deep, deliberate breaths while scanning the assortment of papers laid out on the table in front of him. The papers represented months of his accumulated notes during his undercover assignment. He shook his head in disgust as he shuffled through all the di
