Chapter Thirteen
“I considered sending an agent to pick you up, but came myself instead.”
Alice always seemed to start conversations without any preamble. Daniel didn’t even have both feet inside her fire-engine red Prius yet. It had flames painted on the front like a 1960s GTO muscle car instead of a mundane hybrid. A cheery little garland of tiny red-and-green lights glowed softly around the rear view mirror.
She headed them back out the White House gates.
Maybe it was his Tennessee background, but conversations had a normal flow, a way they were supposed to work. A greeting, a checking in, those pleasant little inanities that served no purpose he could put his finger on at the moment, but he liked them nonetheless. It wasn’t as if she was in a hurry, she was simply always in forward
