Hezbollah Compound, Beqaa Valley SouthS
ector Commander Abdul Mansour examined the body in the beam of his flashlight. The man was dead. The left side of his skull was crushed. The senior officer of the Hezbollah garrison stared over his shoulder asking questions as if he expected Mansour to have the answers.
“It could have been an accident, could it not?” The officer shined his light on the dead man’s crotch. “See there? His trousers are undone. Perhaps he went to urinate and stumbled down the hill. He could have hit his head on a rock. That’s possible, isn’t it?”
“Anything is possible,” Mansour growled and snapped off his light. It would take a very clumsy man falling a long way and hitting his head on a sharp rock at just the right spot, but it was possible—just unlikely. “Was there
