The First Lady had whisked off to visit a friend in Colorado for a weekend and taken Daniel along. Beale’s father had insisted that he’d known Zack Taylor for twenty years and there was no possibility of his being involved in Katherine’s plans. Once again they were stalled.
Mark found himself at loose ends and didn’t like it. Beale was making him completely stir-crazy. He understood her refusals. Inside the protective shell of the Secret Service, there was discretion but no privacy or freedom. Her kitchen was far too public and her tiny apartment too claustrophobic. This crazy place was pressing in on his brain so hard that he wanted to scream.
They’d gone for a walk through the White House gardens together in order to have something to do. They walked in silence; Emily so distracted by
