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“Do you know what time it is? This had better be important, Harper.”
Clark grunted beside her. He was a ridiculously deep sleeper.
Clarissa slipped out into the hall and sat on the carpet of the staircase’s top step. The old Queen Anne Victorian of the Vice President’s home was dead silent. She couldn’t hear the Secret Service patrol that was bound to be outside, even at this hour.
“Elayne’s gone,” Holly told her.
“Who?” But she felt a chill and wished she’d grabbed a robe instead of just wearing her nightgown.
“Elayne Kasprak, your f*****g Guest whatever-the-hell number it was. She’s gone. You’ve got at least four dead CIA guards. Another five US Air Force people aren’t going to be breathing again anytime soon, and I’d wager that you’ll have to explain two dead pilots to the Roya
