“The side road led to secluded parts of cottage country, where Foster Winfield, the CIA’s former chief scientist, was living out his last days. Upon crossing a wooden bridge over a waterway, the pavement became a dirt road winding through sweet-smelling forests. Gravel popped against the undercarriage and dust clouds rose in his rearview mirror, pulling Lancer back to Said Salelee’s claim of a looming attack. Marty Weller’s team was following Salelee’s information. Tanzanian police and U.S. agen...ts were searching for other Avenging Lions for questioning, to determine who was behind the operation. Was Salelee’s information valid or, like most raw data, unverifiable? They had to be vigilant. As I should’ve been with Jen and Becky. As Lancer drove, he remembered the events of a decade ago. Seeing his wife and daughter off at the airport for their trip to Egypt. Becky, who was attending school in New York, had received a scholarship to study Egyptian art in Cairo for a year. Jen, who had worked in Cairo when she was a cultural attaché with the State Department, was going to help her set up.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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