Epilogue
Jim stood on the broad white marble step at the west end of the White House Rose Garden amid the June roses.
Malcolm stood by his side; his coat brushed until he shone in the bright sun.
Captain Baxter stood by his shoulder as best man. “Got you through the Uniformed Division. Least I can do is get you through a damned wedding without you screwing it up.”
Ralph McKenna had flown in from retirement in Washington State for the wedding and to walk Reese up the aisle, then had to fight Harvey Lieber for the privilege. Last Jim had heard they were both going to walk her down the aisle.
Seated across the Rose Garden lawn were K-9 members and Motorcade drivers as well as the President, senior advisors, and all of his own family—their big rigs were parked out at his place.
Out at hi
