CIA Headquarters, Langley, Virginia
“Keep talking, Shake.” The man who called himself Bayer carried his personal cell phone out of his office and headed for a glassed-in atrium at the end of the corridor. “I’m moving to another area where it won’t bother anyone when I start screaming.”
“I swear to God I had no idea my guy was connected with any Intel operations.” The connection was clear as a bell and Bayer could hear the agony in Shake’s voice. The man was clearly upset and Bayer decided to control his initial reaction to the call. He took a deep breath and clicked into damage control mode. “I warned you about this kind of thing, Shake, but that’s water under the bridge at this point. Tell me the rest.”
“Sam Jackson is the Korean Marine who was with me on Iceberg. I wanted to ask him f
