Sergeant Wright and I were driving back to the school when I received a call from an excited Inspector Teixeira. I had already called my brother in Lebanon with the news that the missing kids were probably in Beirut somewhere. He’d promised to get our Intel guys working on it straight away and I’d let him know the name of the ship once Teixeira came up with the information.
“What’s up?” I asked Teixeira.
“I just received a call from Special Agent Wayne Shaw; he’s the one I handed the bomb fragments to in Brasilia.”
“About time. Anything interesting?”
“I would imagine so,” Teixeira replied. “He’s flying down to meet me this afternoon. Said he had information that was too sensitive to tell me over the phone. Sounds promising.”
“Sure does,” I agreed. “I would like to be there for the mee
