Chapter 78
“The spoon,” Kate heard Paul croak from where the agent had her brother’s face pinned against the carpet of the Great Hall.
Terry crashed through the door behind her, covered head to foot in bright yellow custard. That didn’t stop him from planting his feet, double-handing his weapon and aiming it right at her face.
“Down, Stark! Now!”
She held out empty hands, and raised a finger to tell him to wait for a moment. She just hoped that he wouldn’t shoot an unarmed woman.
Amy Franklin was lying across the President, completely blocking Cheryl Kennelly from view except for an eye peeking from under her bodyguard’s arm. Leaders and spouses cowered. Only two clearly had military training as they moved in front of their significant other.
Cecilia’s camera shutter paused for a mom
