Something about this coup smells familiar, Huw told himself. School of the Americas familiar, Operation Condor familiar, CIA banana republic playbook familiar. There were American emissaries in New London. State Department diplomats, not just Rita. Huw had spent years in the United States, had attended college and grad school there. Adrian Holmes was ambitious enough, and the Commonwealth Guard paranoid enough, to mount a coup. But would they have thought to do so without someone whispering in their ears?
