CHAPTER 37
EMMY TAPPED HER watch as Jed jogged down the stairs. “Come on, we’re late.”
“Stop complaining. It’s normally you who cuts it fine.”
“At least you’re smiling. I take it things are back on track with Chess?”
“Yeah. Yeah, they are.”
“Oh, f**k. You’ve gone all dreamy.” She smacked him in the chest. “You’d better get your brain in gear before we get to the White House.”
“Are you piloting?”
“Yes, because it’s my helicopter.”
She flew like she drove, swooping in low over the back lawn of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue while snipers looked on from the roofline. Only Emmy could perform that manoeuvre and get away with it.
“There, bang on time.” She slowed the rotors and hopped out, throwing the key to the nearest secret service agent. “I don’t want any dings, dents, or scratches.”
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