Shake dialed down the volume and reached for his cell phone. Flopping down on a barstool with one eye on the TV screen, he scrolled through his contact list until he found the number the man who calls himself Bayer had used to call him at Quantico. He heard the familiar voice after only two rings.
“I thought I’d be hearing from you.”
“I just saw the news on TV. Have you seen it?”
“Shake, for some of us these things are not news.”
“Have you found out anything? I’m connecting the dots here and I don’t like what I’m seeing. Mike says it’s a good bet from what he’s heard that Chan’s in Beirut—but she could wind up in the middle of that rat’s nest if the politicians get the wind up and send those Marines across the border. I’m not buying this Exercise Eager Lion coincidence.”
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