CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
Reid looked up sharply at the president’s request for a private audience with him. Maria’s gaze flitted from Pierson to Reid, and even Strickland looked suspicious.
Director Mullen answered without hesitation. “Of course, Mr. President.” He, Cartwright, and Riker immediately filed out the door. Strickland followed, and then Maria, who threw one more glance over her shoulder at Reid as alarm bells rang in his head.
“Thank you,” Pierson called after them. “You too, guys,” he said to the pair of Secret Service agents posted at the door. “It’ll be just be a minute. We’ll be fine.” They left as well, closing the door behind them and leaving only Reid and the leader of the free world in the conference room.
“Have a seat, Zero,” the president said as he took the chair Mul
