Chapter TwelveAfter a brief conversation with his security detail, the senator came over to meet them. Monica kept an eye on Agent Nah as she led a team to the employee’s bungalow. She still didn’t like them searching the place. Much of her fear, she admitted, could be down to her inherent distrust of the government after Hurricane Katrina. After all, the city, state, and even the federal government abandoned the city long before they told the people to evacuate. She squelched that line of thinking, though. It usually led to a sad place, and right now she needed her thoughts straight. Her body was playing tricks on her enough.
The sun shined through a clear sky, and the temperature sat at a balmy seventy-five. Perfect for September, and for the resort. The senator’s trip couldn’t have bee
