CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN
December 20
6:35 p.m. Eastern Standard Time
The Family Residence
The White House, Washington, DC
It was starting to feel a lot like Christmas.
Susan sat in the White House family dining room, at the small round table. The overhead lights were dimmed, but that was because the whole room was strung with Christmas lights. Also, there was a nice fire crackling in the fireplace, and having the lights down was a nice way to enjoy it.
The doors to the dining room were closed, one Secret Service man right outside, listening in on an earpiece. Susan had a feeling she was safe right now, Secret Service or no Secret Service.
She took a sip of red wine and glanced across at her guests.
Luke Stone and his son, Gunner. Luke’s hair was cut short and his face was clean shaven.
