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Colby had never been comfortable in a suit. Wearing one of the President’s suits and walking across the White House lawn only worsened the sensation.
Harvey Lieber was trusting of their communications solution, but not very trusting. So Colby was playing body double, having donned one of the President’s cowboy hats (he didn’t wear them often, but today “he” did). With a pair of sunglasses and Ivy in her dry-cleaned dress blues talking to him intently so that he had an excuse to keep the brim of his hat down low because of their difference in heights…
“You make a good decoy for the President, Colby.”
“That’s Mr. President to you.”
The Motorcade had left the basement of the Treasury Building very quietly fifteen minutes earlier, without sirens and only a minimal police escort. They’d
