Clive kept an eye on him as he scanned the rest of the crowd, but he didn’t pick out any other anomalies.
Because he’d ended up beside the bomb squad on their initial arrival, moving away from Linda only after the police cordon had been set up, he was inside the bubble—a feeling he recognized from working at the White House.
He took a deep breath, finding a conviction somewhere inside him that was stronger than chocolate. Then he simply strode into the circle as if he belonged. It must have worked because he only saw twenty or so cell phones turning to track him, but no officers shouted at him to stop.
“Hi, Thor,” he squatted down to pet the dog now sitting beside Linda. Maybe if he didn’t surprise the dog, he wouldn’t face the wrong end of a taser again.
Thor popped to his feet and le
