Arlington, VirginiaT
he man who calls himself Bayer looked away from the Washington Nationals game he was watching and checked the phone that was dancing on the coffee table next to the TV remote. It was the call he’d been expecting for the past two days. It was also about the last shot he had at finding out what—if anything—was happening at serious governmental levels concerning terrorist activities south of the U.S. border in Mexico. Bayer grabbed his phone, muted the TV, and made the connection with Joe Carr, an old and trusted friend who now worked as a Supervisory Special Agent in the FBI counter-terrorism section.
“Hey, Joe. I really appreciate the call-back.”
“Sorry I took so long to get back to you.” Bayer could hear tension in the voice over the sound of helicopter rotors in th
