Chapter Thirteen
Peter had at least seen Frank barreling toward him a moment before he crashed into them, but it hadn’t soften the blow. Geneviève had flailed into him and Frank had driven them both into the grass.
He knew of only one reason Frank would do such a thing.
Sure enough. Gunfire. Up in the air. All the scenarios, all the lectures about domestic crazies and international terrorists did nothing to prepare him for the shock.
Someone was trying to kill him. He didn’t know which was worse, the cold fear that swamped him, or the terror that they might kill Geneviève instead.
Even as Frank rolled over to cover him and Beatrice moved in to cover Geneviève, Peter could see at least some of what was happening. One of the escort planes had shot down one of the Marine One helicopters.
