CHAPTER NINETEEN
Reid was astonished to find the Athens Grand Hotel completely barricaded by the time they returned. Their pursuit of the Syrians had taken no more than twenty minutes, yet in that small window of time the five-star hotel had turned into an absolute madhouse.
Greek authorities had shown up in force, no doubt tipped off by Interpol about the suspected presence of the virus and Syrian terrorists. Several police cars choked the valet parking area, lights flashing. A WHO containment unit was on-site, donning containment suits as police evacuated angry guests out of the building and ushered them across the street.
“Well,” said Dr. Barnard quietly from the back seat, “I suppose the proverbial cat is out of the bag now.” He pointed; several members of the media had already show
