When Peter had woken after a couple hours, more of a nap than he usually managed on these flights, he had to ask and wait while Geneviève was tracked down as being with the reporters who rode in the rear of the plane.
He’d hustled down the length of the plane, Frank and Beat sweeping in behind him, but unable to overtake him. What had she been thinking?
“How long?” he barked back over his shoulder.
“Half an hour maybe,” Beat replied. “I didn’t think she’d go into the Press Corps area.”
“s**t!”
Frank and Beat had the good sense not to correct his language. Each area went electric as he hurried through and he didn’t give a damn. He ignored all questions, well aware of the consternation he was causing, and again couldn’t care less. Frank reassured the other agents as they moved along.
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