CHAPTER THIRTY TWO
“Why?” Maria insisted. “What’s tomorrow?”
Her fingers normally felt warm and inviting, but now they were cold in Reid’s hands. “President Pierson told me there was a military parade for the delegation members killed in Baghdad,” he explained. “It would be the perfect target. The streets will be shut down—millions of people in them with nowhere to go. Not to mention dozens of the country’s leaders will be present.”
“It all fits,” she murmured. “It sounds utterly insane, but it all fits.” Her sharp gaze met his, and for the first time he could remember, Maria Johansson looked afraid. “What do we do with this? We can’t take it to our superiors. If they’re involved, they’ll at least try to dissuade us, probably even stop us.”
“What if we went over the agency’s head?” Rei
