Chapter 44HIS DESK PHONE buzzed. Ms. Crispin told him that Mason Hamid had arrived at the Old Executive parking lot and that Dr. Sherman asked to be put through right away.
“Ms. Crispin, get our guests back here, please. Bring Hamid in, and connect me to the doctor.” He waited for another buzz. “Thank you for calling, Doctor. How's our patient?”
“Mr. President, at best, 50-50. The blade that cut him was sharp, and certainly not clean. I can't rule out poison. I've cancelled my schedule for tomorrow. I'll stick around until I get a better picture.”
“Thank you, Doctor.”
“I'm at your service, Mr. President. At least until you get my bill. Then you might not want to talk to me.”
The First Lady asked with a glance, and the president shook his head. Moments later, a short knock, and the doo
