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If we are going to have a dictatorship with a benign president, and rebels, and a missing leader of the opposition party in what is purported to be a democracy of sorts, then there must be a revolution in the offing.

And what better time to have a coup d’état than when there is a human rights conference going on?

So far, a group of rebels have been thwarted by our protagonist, who is trying to do his job or protecting the keynote speaker, and who is a long-ago love interest.  And yes, we will get past the notion that the woman in white is his daughter.  She is not.

Then we get to the notion that some of the journalists might be agents for the various intelligence agencies in the world, and one in particular, a British journalist who may or may not be MI6.

Of course, that leader of the opposition is not dead, just missing, and the rumours of the catacombs being a vast underground network of tunnels and dungeons, and quite possibly torture chambers, is a good enough notion that someone should have a poke around.

And let’s not forget that the protagonist’s diverting assistant he didn’t want, has now managed to catch the eye of the very nasty head of the secret police.  It’s just one more thing to worry about.

While the, of course, the human rights conference carries on regardless of the antics outside.