“Nothing to report,” Emily kept wanting to duck her head. As if someone were continually firing rounds of live ammo over her head to teach her how to crawl. The Oval Office was creeping her out. Way too much power came from here and way too much of it radiated to out there. She stood at an uneasy parade rest before the Resolute desk.
Peter rocked back and forth in his chair and fooled with his pen, taking it apart and putting it back together again.
“If I knew why you wanted me here, it might help, but then again maybe not. All I can report, you already know. Two apparent attacks in the past two weeks.”
why“Apparent?”
“Helps keep my thinking flexible.” She started to attribute it to her father, but a hesitancy made her stop without doing so. She was running a secret operation. She had
