Chapter 33
4:50 p.m.
116th Precinct House - Queens, New York
It took over an hour to process Ali Nassar and bring him downstairs.
While he was waiting, Luke talked to Becca on the phone.
“You’re a wonderful man.”
Luke pressed his forehead against the grimy wall in the basement of the precinct house, and listened to the musical sound of his wife’s voice in his ear. The police station was a harsh environment. The overhead fluorescents were too bright. Voices and footsteps echoed around him. Someone down the hallway laughed, a deranged cackle.
“I don’t feel very wonderful,” he said.
“But you are. You saved the President today. It’s incredible. It’s a miracle.”
Luke sighed. He didn’t feel like a hero. And it didn’t feel like a miracle—it felt like a nightmare, still unfolding.
“You’r
