Chapter EighteenFrank: Now“What do we know about her?”
“Who?” Frank knew exactly who the President was talking about, but he wasn’t going to let him off that easy. They were effectively alone, walking through the underground corridor that connected the Dag Hammarskjöld Library with the Secretariat Tower. Two agents cleared the corridor ahead and two followed behind.
“Don’t give me a hard time here, Frank.”
“Or what, sir?”
“Or I’ll name Beat the head of my detail when she gets back and put you somewhere you can be of use like an Alaskan sewage treatment plant.”
Damn he liked working for this man. He took a joke and built in a ray of hope and confidence that Frank sure wasn’t feeling.
“Kim-Ly Geneviève Beauchamp, mixed French and Vietnamese descent, French side came to Vietnam in the 1
