Marine guard standing under the light outside the West Lobby. The President’s not in the Oval. Rushing full speed through the West Colonnade, I fly into the Ground Floor Corridor. As I run, I hear clapping and cheering echoing through the hallway. In the distance, there’s the chug of a steam train. First slow, then fast. Faster. As it picks up speed, it’s pulsing. Whirring. Humming. The helicopter.
Halfway down the hallway, I make a sharp right into the Dip Room and crash head-on with the last person I expect to see at a departure.
“Where’re you heading?” Simon asks, sounding unsurprised.
My jaw tightens. I can’t help but picture him and Nora in the backseat. Still, I fight it down. “To watch the departure.”
“Since when are you such a tourist?”
I don’t answer. I need to hear it from her. Turning away, I step around him.
He seizes me by the arm. It’s a tight grip. “You’re too late, Michael. You can’t stop it.”
I pull away. “We’ll see.”
Before he can respond, I push forward, shoving open the doors of the South Portico. On the driveway, a small crowd of twenty-five is still cheering. Remnants of the post-
“This is stupid,” I say as the waitress delivers a pitcher of beer to our table.
“Don’t talk to me about stupid,” Trey says, pouring himself a glass. “I was there today-I saw it myself. The best thing now is to plan your way out.”
As he says the words, my eyes are locked on the waitress who’s clearing the table next to us. Like the crane in the old carnival game, she lowers her arm and lifts all the important stuff: glassware, menus, a dish of peanuts. Everything else is trash. With a sweep of her arm, empty bottles and used napkins are brushed into the busboy’s plastic bin. With one quick move, it’s gone. That’s what
“Wait a minute, you’re gonna give her a chance to explain? After what she did tonight… Are you out of your head?”
“It’s not like I have a choice.”
“There’re plenty of choices. Whole shopping-carts-ful of them: Hate her, despise her, curse her, scorn her, pretend you’re nature and abhor her like a vacuum-”
“Enough!” I interrupt, my eyes still locked on the waitress. “I know what it looks like… I just… We don’t have all the facts.”
“What else do you need, Michael? She’s sleeping with Simon!”
My chest constricts. Just the thought of it…
“I’m serious,” he whispers, looking suspiciously at the tables around us. “That’s why Caroline got killed. She found out the two of them were doing the horizontal Electric Slide, and when she started blackmailing them, they decided to push back. The only problem was, they needed someone to blame.”
“Me,” I mutter. It certainly makes sense.
“Think about the way it played out. It wasn’t just a coincidence that you wound up in the bar that night; it was a setup. She took you there on purpose. The whole thing-losing the Service, pretending to be lost, even taking the money-that was all part of their plan.”
“No,” I whisper, pushing myself away from the table. “Not like that.”
“What’re you-”
“C’mon, Trey, there’s no way they knew the D.C. police were going to pull us over for speeding.”
“No, you’re right-that was pure chance. But if you didn’t get pulled over, she would’ve planted it in your car. Think about it. They set Vaughn up and make it look like you let him in the building. Then when Caroline shows up dead the next morning, between Vaughn and the money, you’ve got the smoking gun.”
“I don’t know. I mean, if that’s the case, then why haven’t they turned me in? I’ve still got the ‘gun.’ It’s just in police custody.”
“I’m not sure. Maybe they’re worried the cop’ll identify Nora. Maybe they’re waiting until after the election. Or maybe they’re waiting for the FBI to do it on their own. Five o’clock tomorrow.”
We sit in silence and I stare at my beer, studying its rising bubbles. Eventually, I look up at Trey. “I still have to speak to her.” Before he can react, I add, “Don’t ask me why, Trey-it’s just… I know you think she’s a whack- job-believe me, I
“Really? So when was the last time we did Special K in the bowling alley?”
“I said
“See, now you’re sounding like Mithridates.”
“Who?”
“The guy who survived an assassination attempt by eating a little bit of poison every day. When they finally put it in his wine, his body was immune to it.”
“And what’s so bad about that?”
“Pay attention to the details, Michael. Even though he survived, he still spent every day eating poison.”
I can’t help but shake my head. “I just want to hear what she says. Your theory’s one possibility; there’re plenty of others. For all we know, Pam’s the one who-”
“What the hell is wrong with you? It’s like you’re on permanent autopilot!”
“You don’t understand… ”
“I
My eyes drop back to my beer. I don’t have an answer.
Early Friday morning, I tear through all four newspapers, checking to see if Adenauer kept his word. The
Beyond that, as far as I can tell, it’s all okay. Nothing by Inez. Nothing by anyone. Now all I have to do is the hard part. According to the schedule, they should be landing any minute. I tighten my tie and pull it extra tight. Time to see Nora.
Once the Secret Service waves me in, I head straight to her bedroom on the third floor. I stop at her door, my hand poised to knock. Inside, I hear her talking to someone, so I lean in close. But just as I do, the door flies open and there’s Nora, radiant in a tight black T-shirt and jeans, cradling a cell phone to her ear, and grinning at me for all of a split second.
“I don’t care if he raises