CHAPTER TWELVE
11:45 a.m. Eastern Daylight Time
The Situation Room
The White House, Washington DC
“Is it a warrant for my arrest?” Susan Hopkins said. “Is that what they’ve issued?”
Kurt Kimball turned the sound down on the video monitor. They had just watched Jefferson Monroe’s speech again—Luke had seen it three times now.
Although there were other festivities at Monroe’s rally earlier this morning, it didn’t matter what else came after that. A minor country music star had taken the stage and tried to entertain the crowd with a song about America, but within seconds people were already drifting away.
They hadn’t come for music—they had come for a public lynching, which was pretty close to what they had gotten.
Now Luke glanced around the Situation Room, watching the reactions. It
