“Are you sure about this guy?” Peter asked, letting the curtain fall in place before turning to face Annabel. He could hardly hide his uneasiness as he paced around, checking doors and windows and grimacing at the mess. “He looks like a homeless nobody. Who is going to take him seriously?”
“Mary said he has a few million followers, and he has a journalist's background,” Anna replied from her place by the table, adjusting her feet on the empty chair next to her. Kevin had excused himself to shower and get himself presentable around half an hour ago, so they had nothing to do but wait—and waiting wasn’t Peter’s strong suit these days, it seemed. “Once he covers our talk with the President, he’ll get even more attention. The President wasn’t wrong when he said at our first meeting that he co
