Chapter Eleven
By late afternoon, Linda was out of options. She could have slipped into the subbasement to ask Miss Watson, but she didn’t want to risk intruding on Clive, even if his chocolate shop was two stories above her hidden office. That was too close and she just couldn’t deal with it today.
There were no female agents on shift for her to ask, not that she really could now that she was spying on them.
In desperation, she finally had the White House operator track down Dilya for her. Unable to offer any explanations, she’d simply told the girl that she needed help buying a dress.
“Five minutes at the North Portico,” Dilya sounded thrilled.
“Too soon. I have to take Thor back to the kennel at the Secret Service building first. Then I can—”
“No. No. No. You’ve gotta bring Thor,
