Chapter 47THE MAN BEHIND the havoc, Thomas Koppler, sat on a straight-backed chair, a newspaper spread open across a small metal table. The president would be arriving soon. Polite, as he had been since his arrival, he thanked the soldier, and asked if he might make a phone call. The young man apologized, but said he had orders not to communicate with the prisoner.
“I understand. It's just that my family doesn't know where I am and I'm sure they're getting worried.” Staring straight at the guard, he asked, “Perhaps you'd do me the favor of making the call for me? When I was in the Army, I had to make a few calls for my buddies.”
“Sir, if you were in the Army, you know how much trouble I'd be in. If someone gives the okay, I'll be glad to help you out. But right now, I can't.”
“You can't
