Chapter Thirty-Eight
Daniel woke briefly and thought he heard the sound of fading helicopter rotors, but the night was dark and the howl of the wind a low moan that whipped sounds out of their normal shape, spattering them across the night sky.
It was light when he awoke alone. This time he did hear rotors. Distinct, the heavy thud of a Black Hawk pounding the air. An arriving helicopter.
He whipped out of bed, checked his watch, and decided he’d be much better off if he caught a shower later. Dressed in two minutes, teeth and hair brushed by three, he met President Matthews and Secret Service agent Frank Adams at the front door.
“Good morning, Daniel.”
“Good morning, Mr. President.” Daniel could see the Majors and their crew chiefs tying down the helicopter under a heavy sky, which w
