Chapter Three
Thor eyed her strangely.
“Give me a break.” Linda’s feet were riveted to the sidewalk. But there was no explaining to a dog that the broad green lawn and white stone building on the other side of the stout fence was anything more than a giant park specially designed for dogs to go pee in.
Even as she stood there, gawking through the black iron fence at the White House like any other tourist, a USSS dog team came working along the sidewalk. Before she could see their dog, it was easy to spot the handler: six feet of strapping immensely fit male in the black uniform and jacket of the Uniformed Division. Dark sunglasses despite the recent sunrise.
She envied the thin leather gloves protecting his hands. She’d found a battered pair of fingerless shooter’s gloves in her gear,
