Chapter 14
The Chief of Station met them at the airport himself. That was never a good sign. When the CIA station was so small in a country that the chief himself was driving the pickup car, it meant there would be little to no backup or support—not that Jesse really expected any in a place like the Democratic Republic of the Congo. It also meant that anyone who knew the US’s chief spook would now have their entire team on a watch list.
“Sorry,” Chester Wilsworth apologized for the fifth time as he eased out of the airport and turned into westbound traffic, straight into the setting sun. “We’re all a tad shorthanded at the moment.”
“How long has the moment been?” Jesse almost wished that Isobel was with them to see if the station chief was merely pompous or both pompous and stupid. He’d
