BeirutI
t was getting dark on the streets of Beirut in the Hamra area near the Commodore Hotel. Chan Dwyer Davis spotted a little sidewalk café that featured a chalked menu in three languages including English and sat down at a small table under an awning. She picked a dark corner where the only light was a small candle floating in a bowl of water. She had planned to order room service and spend the night just thinking about her marriage and her commitment to Shake, but the call from Fatima out on Cyprus changed her mind. There had been trouble with Shake’s mission up at Baalbek and what details were available from MNIE intercepts didn’t look good for her husband. The fact that they’d been correct about the s*x of the courier didn’t help brighten Chan’s mood
After the call from Fatima, C
