She waved at Harvey who waved back. The other two were inspecting her with a degree of scrutiny that at first felt invasive it was so intense. Then she realized they were probably studying her for characteristic motion, potentially dangerous actions, or who knew what went on within a top agent’s mind. Having finished whatever their inspection was, the huge man waved back in a friendly enough fashion. The woman still watched her carefully.
Then all three leapt to their feet as the President came into view behind her. Suddenly they looked like some Tom Cruise Mission Impossible team—dressed for a party and armed to kill.
“Dinner call,” the President said in a friendly fashion. “I’ll make sure trays get out to you.”
“Thank you, sir. Very kind of you, Mr. President.”
Anne glanced back as t
