6“So,” Gary speculated, “our local violence has foreign roots. You see any way your father’s disappearance might be connected?”
“I’m working on an angle which may clarify things.” I walked across the room and lowered myself slowly into the wooden chair on my side of his desk. I was stalling. Gary had held nothing back. I owed him an honest answer. But I was reluctant to give it.
I was supposed to be in Berlin at a conference dedicated to curbing the worldwide traffic in small arms. My father had disappeared from a hotbed of gunrunners. The coincidence had gotten Lura’s attention. I looked for the same oddities in my work and rarely discounted them. I was wide open to the possibility the Thomasburg violence, my father’s abduction, and Holger’s activities were linked.
If I convinced Gary,
