Nights come and pass, and still, sleep eludes. You stay awake waiting anxiously for a call that normally comes this way, "CPS, where are you?" My thin and worrisome voice answers, "Na'anmm, I'm in the office." Directives follow, at times in quick succession: "please, get your people ready." Adrenaline immediately begins its pumping activity. But, on the kidnap, it was, "Congratulations, God has granted us victory; the NSTA passengers have been released." "Oh, God, thank you!" I screamed. The Chief of Staff followed up with: "I am coming into the office right now, let's see...