CHAPTER 19
“CAREFUL THERE.”
FRANK grabbed my arm before I walked into a chair in the waiting area. What just happened in that conference room? One minute I was puking in front of everyone, the next I was on my way to one of the most dangerous places on earth. An hour, Dr. Fielding said. An hour. I didn’t even bring clean underwear.
“Sorry. I guess… I can’t believe they’re sending me to Iraq.”
“They wouldn’t be if they weren’t desperate for your help. I don’t think it helped that Fielding’s recommendation was glowing.”
I forced a half smile. “I should be worse at my job, huh?”
He chuckled. “It wouldn’t hurt. Ah—these gentlemen are here to look after you.”
I looked up to see two men in suits, black polyester this time, bearing down on us. At a glance, they were almost identical, the o
