Chapter 27
Cecilia’s press credentials had come to mean less and less over the last thirty minutes.
The last time that had happened to her was when Sam had pulled her butt out of Rajasthan. An increasing hail of bullets in both directions were unimpressed by her status as a stringer for Associated Press. The RPG that had flown in through her hotel window and destroyed the small building as she watched in horror from the back of Sam’s speeding Bajaj motorcycle had only emphasized the point.
There it had been, Keep down and get out.
Here at Inverlochy she’d been prepared to dig in her boot heels and fight the good fight for freedom of the press in a civilized country.
Then Agent Tyrell had clamped down with national security and risks to the President and the First Man. Bet he enjoyed t
