Use of Force Excerpt
An explosion of thunder shook the building as Lieutenant Pietro Renzi, dressed in his Navy whites, answered the phone in front of him. “Mayday. Mayday,” a voice said in heavily accented English. “My latitude is N, three, three, four, nine.” Renzi snapped his fingers to get his colleagues’ attention. “Three, three degrees?” he asked. “Four, nine,” replied the caller. This...