“Strictly domestic?” Cole asked over lunch.
Clarissa set down her BLT. Here it came, shutting out the CIA…and her. The Presidential dining room off the Oval just fit the big walnut dining table. Lincoln stared down at her thoughtfully out of The Peacemakers portrait made two weeks before the end of the Civil War and three weeks before his death.
“No, Mr. President,” Clarissa stated before anyone could support such a ridiculous idea, though it took her a moment to remember how to support it. “The chatter out of the Middle East. And it was definitely tied to the instruction to ‘burn the fields’ that we intercepted. This was clearly a conspiracy between a foreign state actor and the defense contractors. We need to track those links. They’ll be very well hidden, both domestically and oversea
