CHAPTER FIFTEEN
4:50 a.m. Eastern Daylight Time
The Lincoln Memorial
Washington, DC
The man had gone insane. That much was clear.
Whatever opportunity was here for Lawrence Keller, it was looking less and less like it was as chief of staff for President David Barrett.
The two men stood about twenty feet apart on the polished stone floor inside the Greek temple of the memorial. Lawrence had a brief flashback of running on that floor in bare socks as a child, then sliding along it. It was slippery.
Nearby, the marble likeness of the greatest president in American history loomed above them. Between the statue itself, and the platform it sat upon, the entire work stood nearly three stories high. Abraham Lincoln was bathed in an eerie white light, like a saint, or a god. He sat in his ch
