The three men around the table had papers in their hands and files in front of them, and they had been reading for a long time.
The two men sitting on stiff-backed leather chairs away from the table were looking on silently.
The windows were closed and the curtains were drawn. Lighted lamps blazed gloriously in elegant holders, casting a warm glow in the room.
Finally, Judge Richard Ababio put the classified report on the Saltlake District down and rubbed his eyes tiredly.
Austin Badu, the Vice Presidential Staffer, also put his file down and reached for the hot mug of coffee at his elbow.
Major Benjamin Sowah leaned back, laced his fingers and sighed.
“Gentlemen, we have a problem,” the soldier said softly.
“That we do, Major Sowah, that we do,” Badu said in a troubled voice. “How
