Chapter SixteenTelephone to his ear, Trevor drummed his fingers on the desk while he waited for someone to pick up the phone. He had been holding for Army Information for nearly ten minutes. How long did it take to look up a couple of files?
A fly bumped and buzzed against the windowpane, dancing up and down the glass in a fruitless attempt to find its way outside. Trevor c****d his head. Where had the poor creature come from in the middle of winter? “I know how you feel, little one.”
From the receiver, a tinny voice said, “Sir? Are you still there?”
He spoke through clenched teeth. “Yes, I'm here.”
“Thank you for your patience. Someone will be with you shortly.”
“I don't—”
Dead air changed into the buzz of a dial tone. He resisted the urge to throw the equipment out the window. Inco
