CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
8:21 a.m.
United States Naval Observatory – Washington, DC
“Oh no,” Susan said.
Kat Lopez nodded solemnly. “Yes. Susan, I’m so sorry. It just started to hit the TV stations about ten minutes ago, but it’s already everywhere. I thought you should know.”
“Okay, thank you. Please give me some time.”
“Okay, Susan.”
Susan watched Kat walk through the open door of the study. A Secret Service man loomed there, three feet inside the door. Susan looked at him.
“Alone, please. With the door shut.”
The officer nodded silently, went out, and pulled the door closed behind him. For a moment, she simply stood quietly in the center of the room. Her study. Her beautiful sanctuary. She stood just a few feet from the little sitting area with its deep high-backed chairs, its coffe
