He’d pulled the blind back just a bit and was peering out to the street. Cox, who was sitting on his desk, said, “So this source I was running—” “Start with what you were doing in Ganja in the first place. Why are you…” Mark turned from the window and gestured around the room. “…here? I assume it’s not because you really want to help educate the world.” “Global Solutions is a good outfit, actually.” “I didn’t say that it wasn’t.” Cox took a moment to gather his thoughts, then said, “There’s a bunch of local groups, mainly run out of Ganja State University, that are agitating for clean elections. They have just about zero influence, but the government still worries about them.” Mark thought about his experience with the Press Club in Georgia and how depressing it was that, twenty-four years later, the same old fights that were still being fought. “A lot of the people affiliated with these groups come here for English lessons. They feel safe here, like we’re their allies, which we are.
