CHAPTER 31PIERS
Darius looked out at the ocean through the window of his room in the small guest house he’d rented overlooking Mamba Point. It was close to the CIA office, and Piers could spend time there safely without fear of running into anyone she knew. He stretched out on the bed.
“I’d like to stay pretty close to home the next couple of days,” he said to Piers. “I told the office to call here if they had any news. There was a big meeting with PAL the other day, and I need to know what went on.”
“Oh, I know some of the people associated with PAL,” Piers said. “I grew up with Amos Sawyer. He has just come back from America with a PhD in Political Science from Northwestern University. He was at the house the other day. He is full of lofty ideas about what he can do here in Liberia. U
