The Director of Central Intelligence was about to pack up his briefcase for the day and call for his driver to bring the car around when his personal line rang. It was his Deputy Director, Webster. “Mr. Director we"ve just had word from Mexico City. There"s been an explosion. Eight confirmed dead, dozens more wounded.”
“Ferrera?”
“Yes sir, he set off a bomb he"d rigged inside his hotel room. Took out himself, our snatch team and several Mexican police officers,” said Webster.
The DCI swore under his breath. “Alright Roy, get up here, we need to manage this situation.”
It was a god-awful mess. The DCI was a father himself, knew how he would have felt, and he certainly would have handled Ferrera"s grief much better than his predecessor, who had frankly made the situation worse with his a
