On a steamy Sunday last July, at about half-past noon, a caravan of unmarked SUVs exited the FBI’s Washington, D.C., field office, an eight-story concrete building that exudes all the charm of a supermax prison. The cars moved swiftly across the city; speed was critical. There were indications that the target, who had canceled the lease on her apartment and packed her belongings, was about to take flight.
How Europe Became a Battlefield for Someone Else’s War
Modern wars have a peculiar discipline: they are carefully organized to happen far from the capitals that authorize them. Decision-making remains insulated, prosperity remains intact, and political life continues uninterrupted—while destruction, instability, and...
