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Evers
Evers had been at his desk signing the end-of-the-day correspondence when he looked though his glass door and saw a foursome approach his receptionist. He didn’t recognize three of the men, but the sight of the fourth sent a fiery jolt deep inside his gut. Senator George Tobias stood frowning in front of his secretary, ignoring her interaction with the others, and craning his neck looking for something. Evers knew George was looking for him and ducked beneath his desk. He opened a desk drawer took out his 9mm Sig Sauer, extra ammo and put them in his pocket.
On his knees, heart pounding, he crawled backward toward the rear exit. He hadn’t sensed danger but what else could the Senator’s presence mean? Had he been linked to the assassination attempt? He didn’t have to flee. He co
