Chapter ThreeSienna, Roy was sorry to discover, was a woman of her word. He managed to talk her into going out for pizza on Sunday night—very relieved that she was a woman happier to dine on a sniper’s budget than a senator’s. But he wasn’t allowed even a good night kiss before she slipped away in a taxi.
His plans to pump Adams for some detail, any detail, were foiled when Kee Stevenson was waiting for him in the Secret Service ready room Monday morning.
“You’re with me,” clearly this was going to be her idea of a hardship assignment. She looked as happy as a losing candidate giving a concession speech.
“No, I have roof duty.”
Kee handed him a sheet of paper. “Do what she says. Don’t screw up. Adams.”
He handed it back and wondered if he should go wash his hands, just as he would aft
