Mason didn"t understand at first.
“How long?” Raven asked, pulling on Mason"s arm.
“I don"t know,” Darvin said. “My contact in the White House said that it would take them a while to sort it out, but eventually someone is going to remember that we have Shades on the payroll.”
“Do we know who it was?” Raven asked as she tugged Mason toward the door.
“We think so. There is video of a man touching a secret service agent who then touched another. We have five secret service agents dead, plus the president and his wife. Two other agents are circling the drain. It seems to be an accelerated form of cancer, based on the evident tumors on those who died first.”
Darvin waved them to the door. “Go on and pack up. I"ll get you an untraceable car and phones. Jerah, your Book of Line, probably not
