ALFRIC LOOKED UP FROM the blueprints as two Homeland Security agents led a small, dark eyed man toward the Information Desk. The man extended his hand toward Alfric as he reached the desk. “Peter Smith.” He said in a determined voice. “What can I help you with?”
Alfric liked the looks of the man. “You’re a structural engineer?”
Smith nodded. “I am.”
Alfric nodded toward the blueprints on the desk. “We have reason to believe that a terrorist attack will occur in this building. We’re trying to figure out the building’s weak points. Where would they strike?”
“You’ve ruled out an aerial attack?”
Alfric nodded. “We’ve contacted all airports within a three hundred mile radius. But we expect the attack to come from within.”
Smith moved around behind the desk and placed his hands on the desk
