Chapter 76
Once again Cecilia had ended up in the worst position behind the sideboard. At least the tail of the sunset made a nicer backdrop than the morning glare.
The meal was winding up—just finishing the main course—when she heard her name shouted.
Something about the tone of it had her raising her camera as other newsies were lowering theirs to see what was happening.
Paul came skidding into the room, and shouted her name again startling all of the leaders, spouses, and translators at the table.
Square on she caught a three-shot sequence of Paul shouting, a flying tackle by a Secret Service agent, and the two of them crashing to the floor.
Then a sound she hadn’t heard since Sam hauled her out of Rajasthan.
Gunfire.
She’d always been pissed about the photos she must have misse
