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Roland Franks called Steven Northfield on a scrambled line. The DHS director was not available. He talked to Northfield’s deputy, Angelica Allen, “Angie, hi, do you know what the hell went down in Coeur d’Alene last night?”

Allen said, “I know nothing of anything that went down last night except in Pakistan and I heard that on CNN. What are you talking about?”

“Well, I think I lost one of my own in an explosion last night at a private residence in Coeur d’Alene, Idaho. I get the word it was a suspicious explosion.”

“Roland, I haven’t been briefed on that one. I can’t believe … well yes I can believe I didn’t get briefed. What the hell am I talking about? I seldom get briefed about anything around here unless I’m wearing a short skirt and my blouse is open. Let me see what I can find out, okay?”

“Okay, fine. I’ll try to get to the bottom of this my way as well. Thanks for your help. I think I may have lost Jenetta Denzine last night in that explosion.”

“Oh shit … I’m so sorry. I truly hope you didn’t. I’m acquainted with her. I met her at one of your gatherings last June; nice lady. Take care. We‘ll talk soon I hope.”

Angelica Allen hung her head. She knew something was going down, since she’d seen an unusually high volume of message traffic routed from the Director’s office over the last 48 hours. She also noticed Steven Northfield’s private vehicle in the parking garage. That almost never occurred. He seemed to love the limo, and she could understand why, but … . She tapped into Top Secret-NOFORN just to see what she could scare up.