Chapter 14
Breanna ran to the door as Zen’s van pulled up. She hesitated, unsuccessfully trying to stop her tears before opening the door.
“Hey,” he said as he wheeled toward her. “What’s up?”
“Oh my God, Zen, how can you be so goddamn cool?” She ran out and threw her arms around his chest. Her sobs erupted into a body-shaking tremor.
“Hey, I’m OK,” he protested. “Hardly even a scratch. I was more worried about my wheelchair.”
“Jeff, Jeff,” she said, over and over again. “God. My God.”
“Hey guys!” Zen waved.
Breanna turned around to see Teri and Caroline in the doorway. Two local policemen and the department chief loomed behind them; the chief had taken it upon himself to come over to protect them.
“I don’t know what all the fuss is,” he said as the girls ran to him. “But I’m not proud — I’ll take kisses.”
When she managed to calm down, Breanna asked what had happened.
“I’ll give you a rundown as I change,” Zen told her, glancing at Teri — an indication he didn’t want her to hear all of the details. “But I gotta go over to the hospital. Mark’s there.”
“Mark?”
“Stoner. He saved the President’s life.”
None of that had been in the media reports.
“Is he OK?” Breanna asked.
Zen glanced at Teri again.
“I gotta go. Help me change, OK?”
Breanna suppressed a shudder, then followed her husband into the house.
About Dale Brown
DALE BROWN, a former U.S. Air Force captain, was born in Buffalo, New York, and now lives in Nevada. He graduated from Penn State University with a degree in Western European history and received a U.S. Air Force commission in 1978. He was still serving in the Air Force when he wrote his highly acclaimed first novel,
For more information, visit Dale Brown at www.dalebrown.info.
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