Chapter 12Friday, November 18
HE KNEW HE shouldn't, but in the morning, Fritz drove to the local home repair megastore, bought a generator, and paid a clerk to load it in the SUV. By the time I need it, I'll have figured it out.
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“I'M SORRY, Mr. President.” said the Attorney General. “I wasn't able to convince the judge that Koppler presented a flight risk. We couldn't prove the aliases. He erased his tracks very well.”
The president listened as visions of the Virginia barn flashed in front of him. Faces passed through his mind. Tom and James, Lily Evans, Steve Sullivan and Ken Shack. How many others had died because of this man? From a stoic blankness, a slow metamorphosis hardened his jaw and his brow lowered. He shocked the Attorney General when he picked up his empty coffee cu
