Chapter Forty
Friday, October 24
6:03 AM
South Gate
Nevada Test Site
Sitting in the front seat of the rental car, General Ursov fumed as Craig raced toward the Nevada Test Site. Daylight tried to seep through the stormclouds, but the rain pattered more heavily on the windshield as he drove. The wipers waved back and forth, keeping his view clear.
“How long have you known Ambassador Nevsky was murdered?” Ursov said, blustering. “You deliberately withheld this information from me and my government!”
“Yes, and I apologize. It was unfair to keep that from you.” Craig adjusted his sunglasses, then fumbled in his coat for the cellular phone and laid it on the dash. Goldfarb might be calling him at any minute. “With tomorrow’s summit meeting, we were trying to avoid an international incide
