Taz and Rose sat with her in the NTSB conference room. Clarissa didn’t know if either of them spoke Russian but that couldn’t be helped. Besides, they would only hear her side of the conversation.
But Gregor hadn’t taken Clarissa’s call.
She supposed that was hardly surprising. He must suspect that she’d been instrumental in the disastrous loss of a major spy satellite that he’d mentioned the last time they’d spoken. That a top FSB agent had been implicated would have spooked him badly. What he, hopefully, still didn’t know was that it had been stolen in midair rather than destroyed, and the FSB agent had become an elite guest at a highly secure CIA black site.
As a department head at the Progress Rocket Space Centre in Samara, it was no surprise that Gregor was g*n-shy about taking her
