“What are they doing aboard?” Danziger glared at them. He’d come down the stairs from the main deck above just as they were standing.
“Don’t you ever trust anyone, Danziger?” Drake asked him.
“Not part of the job description.” Danziger spoke as if it pained him.
Miranda thought that was an interesting, though advisable, requirement to place in a Secret Service job description. “Was it also part of the job application as well as in the description?”
“What?”
“Was there a question when you joined the Secret Service about whether or not you trusted anybody?”
Danziger looked at her for a long moment, then barked out a laugh. “Damn well should be. Drake, you and the President clearly trust them. As long as neither of them is armed, we’re fine.”
In their race to the airplane, she and Andi
