Chapter NineJim had asked for time to think about Harvey Lieber’s offer to join the mobile team of the Presidential Protection Detail. This morning he and Malcolm marched straight in and took the job.
He and Reese had brainstormed through the long afternoon, then over a dinner of delivery pizza—his five acres in the woods wasn’t that far from DC civilization. Malcolm had gotten his usual pizza crusts from Jim—Reese ate hers. After dinner, they were still nowhere on figuring out who else to trust.
It was an odd problem. The Secret Service trained them to trust no one except the other members of the team. But when it became impossible to trust the team…
He’d favored telling Captain Baxter—the man had run the White House branch of the Uniformed Division for four Presidents and been Jim’s b
