Chapter FourteenFrank: Now“No, we need answers right now, Ambassador Anselmo.” The President was not in one of his patient moods. “What is happening in your country, in Guinea-Bissau, right now?”
“Nothing is bad happening in my country. Can assure your nation of that, President Matthews.”
Frank wanted to pound his fist into the man’s dark face and then his ever so bright diplomat’s smile wouldn’t look so pretty. And by the time he was done, the man’s Brooks Brothers’ pinstripe would also be seriously mussed.
They sat in the Guinea-Bissau ambassador’s office in the U.N. Secretariat Tower. It had none of the grandeur of the U.N. Secretary-General’s. A lone receptionist, a pretty woman in a traditional red blouse, sarong, and sandaled feet, had greeted them kindly. Clearly one of the highl
