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“Sorry, I have a team arriving at the Syria crash that I’ve been waiting to hear from.” Clarissa excused herself from the conference table where she and Gavin Chalmers were discussing the Middle East situation.
She crossed to her desk. She’d left her phone there but had heard its sharp buzz as it rattled on the glass.
Clarissa opened the message.
A man made phone calls to Guest Seven’s cell. Who at CIA wins with dead Senators and a war in Syria?
Somehow Holly Harper had done it again. She’d caught up with Guest Seven. What’s more, she’d again taken her alive and found out about her channel of communication out of the CIA Black Site.
Clarissa’s own phone was so rarely from her side that it was hard to imagine someone else ever accessing it.
Clark?
But that was ridiculous. She cou
