CHAPTER 97
“They’ve just shot my niece, in the leg.”
Little Nell’s face was blank as she spoke. Her eyes wide and unseeing. General Edward Johns reached out and took her hand with his. It was ice cold. He wrapped it tight.
Even as he reached, that last bit of news got the attention of the Secret Service detail. Tables were spilled to the floor. Silverware, fluttering napkins and placemats, little vases each with its own rose falling and shattering against the floor. The tables were quickly formed into a barricade around them, with a speed and efficiency that even his own men would have trouble matching. Impressive.
“It’s not here, guys. Her niece is in New Hampshire.”
They ignored him. He, Betsy, and Lindsey were shoved to the floor, their backs to a wall. One agent was swinging his w
