Oh well. He figured that, just like Malcolm, he’d keep patrolling ahead and someday he’d catch a scent and track the right lady.
Pity about Reese Carver though. She was quite something. He wondered what it might be like waking up next to her. It was a very nice image.
At the security booth, he and Reese stepped through the door while Claremont waited for the next dog team to come out.
They both showed their IDs and were waved through easily.
So Reese was known. Of course she was known. Her code said Presidential Protection Detail. That was a very small, very elite group. Strange that he hadn’t seen her walking around. There was no way not to notice her.
If Jim the dog handler was arrogant, Reese decided that his backup security was perhaps the least subtle guy on the planet. Pleasant,
