Chapter NineDaniel escorted Alice along the underground corridor to where her car had been moved and parked beneath the Treasury Building. A valet had it rolled up to the door, heater already running against the December chill.
“Thank you, Daniel. It would have been just too weird walking through all of that security alone.” She glanced back through the glass doors at the last of three security desks they’d passed. Designed to keep people from getting in, it also made sure that she retained nothing important on her way out.
“Always glad to serve as your Dear Daniel Watson.”
Damn! She really hadn’t meant for it to come out that way, though of course he’d caught it. So, she did her best to smile in response.
He held her car door for her, shooing the valet off with a five-dollar bill. By
