CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
7:07 a.m.
United States Naval Observatory – Washington, DC
“How’s the atmosphere?” Susan said.
She and Kat Lopez were descending the main staircase together, coming down from Susan’s study. Two big Secret Service officers led them down. Another one brought up the rear behind them.
Susan hadn’t gotten much sleep. But today, at least, when she came out of the shower and into her private kitchen, she found a bag of Peet’s Dark Roast Coffee on the counter. That was almost enough to make her day.
Kat looked the worse for wear. By the time she reached home last night, tumbled into bed, woke up, and came back here, she’d be lucky if she got three hours sleep.
“In the Situation Room?” Kat said.
“Yes.”
“It’s bad, Susan. I need to tell you something about it.”
Susan shoo
