“When JBG forwarded this folder to us last week it was the first we had heard of an attack in the planning for Kampala. The CIA and NSA verified the...information on Friday,” Victor said.“In the past we would have closed the embassy and reopened it in six months, but now it could take years to get it reopened. The department feels BJ was right in the initial discussion that the terrorist would take over the building and use it for a propaganda bonanza and recruiting windfall. That would be. Thinking I'd like some juice, I went over to the fridge for the forgotten glass of OJ. As I opened the door to the refrigerator, I noticed that the milk bottle was full and sealed. Neat.Being a good boy, taught well by my mother, I washed the dishes and put them away. An idea was formulating in my mind. I needed to give it some thought for awhile. I got my keys and the wallet and after picking up the place, got in the Shelby and drove off. I took an easy cruise over to the Stockyards. I then. While Whitaker made a call from the phone set into the small table next to the couch she had chosen to sit on, Taylor watched as the plane parted the cloud layers that blanketed Washington, threatening to cover the city in another layer of snow.Red and orange filled the sky as the sun made its way over the horizon. Taylor considered how far they were behind Mary Jane. Over the last year, he’d had a good run and successfully tracked down a good number of people, but there had been a small. Two bars for me.”Sharon picked up her purse, found her phone, assembled it, and powered it up. It began to buzz as many messages were downloaded to it. “Holy smokes!”“Wow, you are popular. Who’re they from?”“My family and my friend in New York City. Oh, and the FBI agent we’re trying to contact?” She started scrolling through her text messages. “Well, the FBI is looking for me, and there’s no mention of you, or of the shootout, or the plane.”“Okay, you’d better shut it off.” She complied, and I.