Chapter EightPerimeter patrol. It felt good to be outdoors for a change.
Even if it was snowing. She was in such a good mood that the light snowfall looked pretty. If it persisted through the day and the temperature didn’t rise, she’d probably be less enamored by this afternoon. For now, it was pleasant. Each cool snowflake that landed on her face and melted seemed to freeze and wash clean an old memory leaving only the fresh and new ones behind.
Linda also appreciated having a tall fence between her and the White House for a change. Between her and Clive.
She’d pay for the lack of sleep later, though the Rangers had taught her to go two or three days without when needed. But she’d never felt more awake rather than less with the passage of time.
Clive had slipped past her guard. She wa
