“I especially like your pin.”
“David!” They laughed. “The ambassador’s secretary just called down and asked if you would mind coming up.”
“What is it this time? Did she say?”
“No. She never does. Just would you mind coming up.”
“I’m on my way,” he said, getting up.
“This is becoming a regular thing with you, isn’t it?”
“Yes-yes,” said David with mock theatricality. “Sunny John and I often take our morning coffee together.”
In fact, he had only seen the ambassador twice since that time around June/July last year. Once to turn in his report on the bombing in the market and again to add a few seemingly irrelevant details to the picture. And it looked like this was going to be about the market bombing, too.
“Hold all my calls! The ambassador awaits!”
John Jewell’s office was as cold i
