President." Townsend got up to leave. "All right everyone, carry on." When he got to the hallway, Townsend's secretary handed him a piece of paper listing the names of the wife and children of the prime minister of India. The guy had seven kids. Townsend sighed and began to memorize. Back in the conference room, DNI Graham edged over for a word with CIA Director Thomas Drexler. "And are we keeping an eye on this crash investigation, Thomas?" The CIA man gave Graham a coy grin, like a magician anticipating the oohs and aahs that would come from his next trick. "I've already got a man on the job. He just doesn't know it yet." Chapter TEN Geneva, Switzerland Dr. Hans Sprecht sat calmly, his slight frame supported by a plush leather chair, his feet resting on an expensive cherry desk. He admired his surroundings. The fine wood trim was first class, not the imitation rubbish that had found its way into so many physicians' offices. The decorations and artwork were tasteful, no diplomas or tacky before-and-after photographs of successful facelifts.
