CHAPTER ELEVEN
12:45 p.m.
United States Naval Observatory – Washington, DC
“You were very lucky,” the doctor said.
His name was Otto Jazayeri, and he had flown up from Jupiter Island, Florida, this morning to give his opinion on the new President’s facial burns. He was overweight, bald, with thick glasses. He reminded Susan of a sitting Buddha in a blue suit and tie. He wore a scope over his right eye, which made the eye seem enormous, like a cow’s eye. He flicked off the light on the apparatus and placed the scope on the table.
They sat together in the upstairs reception room. Susan had banished the Secret Service from the room. She knew that three of them waited just outside the door. The Secret Service was hesitant to allow her out of their sight, but they relaxed the rules here at
