Chapter Two
Reese really didn’t need this s**t. She strode off along the short length of hallway remaining to reach the Secret Service Ready Room. It was the largest office in the entire West Wing, roughly twenty-five by ninety feet: about three times bigger than the Oval Office. If size implied power, the Secret Service were it.
She’d only been inside a few times. Normally the Motorcade assembled in the garage beneath the Secret Service headquarters five blocks east of the White House. She’d been on the grounds dozens of times, but almost always in her vehicle.
Jim and Malcolm veered off toward one of the jam-packed desks that filled a whole end of the room without even a glance in her direction. She watched out of the corner of her eye as he topped up a water bowl, played with Malcolm
