Chapter FourIt took Linda two full days to complete her White House tour and another to walk the outer grounds. Jim, Malcolm’s handler, had been right. Every single moment was humbling.
Each night—while Thor snoozed on her feet in their temporary billet near the James J. Rowley Training Center—she had studied the book of maps until it was embedded clearly in her mind alongside other locations she’d had to scout over the years. It was an uncomfortable feeling to have the White House overlaid in her mind with sections of Kabul and Lashkar Gah, Afghanistan, as well as Mosul, Iraq, where the Rangers had served as “advisors” during the b****y battles clearing out ISIL.
She’d learned a lot these last few days. The Emergency Response Team dogs worked from vans parked around the perimeter of the
