Chapter 49
Las Vegas, Nevada
Commander Barnes popped two antacids into his mouth, thinking, ‘I must have eaten fifty pounds of these damned things in the last fifteen years. I should have bought stock in the company.’ No sooner had Barnes finished chewing the tablets, his phone rang. Barnes picked up and said, “Commander Barnes.”
The switchboard operator said, “A Doctor Bernard Clevenger is calling from California. He says it’s an emergency.”
‘How the hell can we have an emergency in California?’ “All right, put him on.”
“Hello, Doctor Clevenger. What can I do for you?”
“Commander, I have information for Captain Garcia. I know where the terrorists plan to place the bomb on La Palma.”
Barnes’ stomach began to burn, “Why call me?”
“You are the only one I could get ahold of. I only kn
