MISDIRECTIONThe Pierre Hotel penthouse, New York
“Where is Commander Warren?” The director of the CIA skipped all the pleasantries as he burst through the door of the penthouse at The Pierre. “Do you both understand the impact of your actions? We have the eyes of the public and the media on us, and you disappear, just like that. Where is he? I don’t appreciate being summoned without any explanation. My place is with the top man, in Washington, not here.”
“Calm down, sir; have a seat,” Morgan said, ignoring the arrogance and self-aggrandisement of the old man.
“Where have you been?”
“At the Catskills, hiding.” Morgan had rehearsed her story and was ready for the questions.
“Nonsense. We found the four burned bodies; we’ve cleaned up the mess and looked for you both everywhere. You are
