Danziger had the VIP guest lists up on the screens in the PEOC conference room. He hated to involve the President at this level, but the man was insisting and he was The Man.
was The inbound and outbound trips rarely matched. Both the Main Man, as Danziger had always thought of him, and the VP were so heavily scheduled that it wasn’t abnormal for someone to fly out to somewhere and catch a ride on Air Force One or Two for a thirty-minute meeting in a six-hour flight, then jaunt home from the next port of call.
Twelve passengers on the Superhawk. Minus four: VP, chief assistant, the colonel with the nuclear football, and the head of the VP’s protection detail. He’d known the VPPD for ten years but reluctantly put him back on the possible list. In fact…might the VP have poisoned his own ai
