Chapter 6
“He’s lying!”
Brock’s whole body went tense as the words rang out across the lawn. His eyes quickly settled on the threat, a group of young men near the sidewalk, off to one side of the crowd. They were dressed tough, snug shirts, jeans, heavy black boots, a few had piercings. His heart was pounding, and he was suddenly very aware of the little things around him.
Security was pouring out of the building. Behind him, Gia gasped. He hoped she had enough sense to go back inside. Reporters were turning to get pictures of them. Questions rippled through the crowd.
“I think every politician since Honest Abe has faced that accusation,” Brock said into the microphone. The chuckles from the gathered reporters sounded nervous. The men were not obviously armed, but they were intimidatin
