CHAPTER 59
It wasn’t until the third time through the tape that he saw it.
“Freeze that image.”
Anders did so after another five seconds.
Sloppy. Richards flipped up the lid of his laptop and cleared the Japanese minister off his screen.
He rewound the image five seconds, six, seven . . . there.
A smudge moved across the sky.
Maybe just a bird, maybe not.
He zoomed in.
Enhanced.
Rolled the video forward and back a frame at a time until he had the clearest view.
“And what is that, Mr. Anders?”
He could see the man’s jaw clench before he answered. “A small plane, sir.”
“A small plane making an abrupt change of direction. A change prior to the explosion itself.”
Anders was swearing to himself.
The fool hadn’t yet learned that Richards made up for his crippled body by observing
