CHAPTER 18
IF I’D HAD a vial of Ebola, I’d have injected myself right there and prayed for a hasty end. Oh, sweet Mary Jane, I’d just thrown up in front of President Harrison, of all people. I risked a glance back at the table. The scene of the hospital was frozen on-screen, and twelve shocked faces stared over at me. Actually, make that eleven. The woman next to the president didn’t show any expression at all. Right at that moment, I knew she was the viper Frank told me about.
She remained impassive as Frank leapt to his feet and strode over to me.
“Come on, let’s get you sorted out.”
He handed the trash can to a disgusted-looking secret service agent, then put an arm around my shoulders and led me out of the room. Molly was sitting where I’d left her, and her jaw dropped.
“What happ
