CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE
Reid’s stomach tightened instinctively. They had found a bomb—but only one, and he had the feeling there were many more hidden in the resort.
“Where?” he demanded.
“Guest quarters,” Burkhalter told them. The color had drained from the manager’s face. “A chalet, recently renovated.”
Reid snatched the cell from him and put it on speaker. “This is Agent Kent Steele with the CIA. With whom am I speaking?”
A gruff voice came through the phone. “This is Captain Hegg, head of security.”
“What can you tell us?”
“The device was sealed inside a wall, as suspected,” Hegg said. “They appear to have used a lightweight wood-pulp composite material, rather than plaster.”
“Maximum damage,” said Maria knowingly. “So the blast radius isn’t as affected.”
Burkhalter’s shock finall
