CHAPTER THIRTEEN
4:10 a.m. Eastern Daylight Time
The White House Residence
Washington, DC
David Barrett had a dog.
The dog’s name was Mocha, and really she belonged to David’s younger daughter, Caitlynn. But the whole family was at the ranch in Texas, recuperating and taking a long deep breath, just being together and appreciating each other and having fun after the near-disaster with Elizabeth.
All of them were there except David himself. He was stuck here in Washington with the dog. Mocha. Mocha was okay. A white and brownish little dog, a mixed breed, what people used to call a mutt.
She wasn’t David’s favorite dog ever, or the best dog in the world, or anything close to that. Caitlynn liked her (Mocha somehow inspired like rather than love), and she had been useful for photo ops
