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Waseem Jarrah’s activities had been monitored closely, but nothing else in his behavior produced viable clues as to where the next bombing target would be. The next attack was only hours away. Agents from the bureau were frantic. No one was sleeping. Hundreds more agents from around the country had been reassigned to the case. They were pounding the pavement, looking for anything that might provide a clue. Since his appointment as director of the FBI, Stephen Latent was in the most precarious position he had ever conceived. Back in Washington, his daily security briefings with the president were set to resume. The president himself represented a conundrum of deadly proportions. How far up did this conspiracy go? If the president had invoked the Fourteenth Protocol, authorizing the CIA
