Secret Service Agent William Jacoby was standing outside the Command and Control vehicle. He was looking at his watch, not a good sign. Another agent stepped outside. Marsha had never seen him before. He also looked at his watch. Definitely not a good sign.
Marsha exited her vehicle and walked at a fast pace towards the two men.
“Agent Jefferson,” said Jacoby.
“Sir,” said Marsha.
“Where have you been? We’ve been here an hour.”
“I understood you said four.”
“I did, now, where were you, and where is everyone else?”
“To be honest with you, I don’t know where everyone is.”
“You answered the second part of my question, but not the first. Where were you?” asked Jacoby.
“I was in Cheyenne.”
“Cheyenne? That’s three hours away from here, isn’t it?”
“Yes Sir, about three hours.”
“So, you
