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ast Eddie Evans waited patiently until the overseas circuits connected him to the private number in Virginia. When he heard the three little beeps indicating a secure line a familiar voice echoed into his ear. He checked his watch. It was 1400 in Beirut which made it 0200 in Langley, but the man on the other end of the line sounded awake and aware.
“Go ahead, Beirut.”
“Evans here, Mr. Bayer. Sorry to call you at this ungodly hour.”
“All hours are godly in our business, Eddie. What have you got for me?
“Did you get the text I forwarded from Davis in Baalbek?”
“Yes—and what is your reaction?”
“I haven’t answered him yet, sir. I wanted to talk to you first and make sure the overhead assets were keeping an eye on the situation.”
“There’s continuous coverage, Eddie. The National
