Chapter 22
Frank: Now
I have an idea.”
General Rogers returned to his chair in the Situation Room so that Frank could see his face. He had a fresh cup of coffee and red-rimmed eyes.
Frank expected he looked far worse. Even the unflappable tech was drooping in her chair. Fourteen hours since the first report that something was wrong, now barely two hours remained until daybreak in Guinea-Bissau. The fighting in the city center had peaked an hour ago and was tapering off.
Still no word from inside the country. The Guinea-Bissau ambassador had holed up in his office and refused to answer his locked door, though they knew he was in there. It was hard to blame him. He had family there who might not survive the night. And if things went the wrong way, it was possible that he could never eve
