Chapter Thirty-One
The guard had come up close behind the leader.
Kim spoke in rapid Korean. His bodyguard translated, “With who do we meet? You do not look military.” By the way he eyed the helicopter, Daniel decided it was a good thing he had come along. In the dim glow of the porch light, with her rotors spinning just an arm’s reach overhead, the Black Hawk looked lethal and ready to pounce at the slightest provocation; a mad dog barely chained.
“Daniel Drake Darlington, White House Chief of Staff. At your service.”
Another back and forth.
It might have been his imagination, but both men appeared to relax even before the translation began. How good was the leader’s English? His file said educated in Switzerland. That meant German and probably French.
“And with who do we meet? And
