CHAPTER NINE
“Not sure but I can find out for you,” replied Kyle as he walked to meet the man.
Kyle instantly pulled his gun as he approached and aimed.
“Stop where you are. What do you want?”
The man did not stop, nor did he replied but kept approaching.
“Stop! Or I will shoot you,” shouted Kyle catching the man’s attention and that of the crowd.
“Official business,” said the man.
“How do you sleep at night? Can’t you see it’s not the right time? Grieving in progress,” asked Kyle.
“Summons letter for the President,” he said.
“What? Is this a joke?”
“Not a joke,” he said.
“Hell no! You won’t hand him that letter. Not today. Where are your manners?”
The man reached for his breast jacket pocket and retrieved the letter.
“I must hand it to the President myself,” he insisted.
“No
