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Version: 2017-09-27
For Madeleine Cameron With love and grateful thanks
The bell tolls at midnight, but only when Death requires it.
—Irish proverb
Contents
AN EAST WIND with driving rain and sleet pushed across the airport as the Gulfstream landed. It was immediately approached by a security limousine from the White House, which Blake Johnson, alighting from the plane, was surprised to see was being driven by his longtime secretary, Alice Quarmby. He opened the passenger door, tossed his valise inside, and joined her.
“What are you doing here?”
“Protecting your back, you idiot,” she told him, as she drove away. “You were supposed to bring Jake Cazalet back with you from London, and here you are, alone. I’m a nervous old broad when it comes to my boss, so I’d like to know why.”
“Sorry, Alice, it’s for the ears of the President only.”
“Well, it better be good. With his second term coming up, he needs to show who’s in charge, and here’s former President Jake Cazalet—a fine president in his day, mind you—dining with the Prime Minister and giving interviews to the media as if he’s the official mouthpiece for American foreign policy. You know the White House isn’t pleased about that.”
“I know—but enough about that. Anything else come up?”
“Apparently, the President has made a new friend.”
“Really? Who?”
“A Colonel Samuel Hunter. I did some research—don’t ask me where. He has a decent black-ops record in the army, nothing spectacular, and since then, he’s spent five years with the CIA, where he runs a Special Projects Department. He gets around a lot.”
“So what’s the ‘special project’ he’s come up with that appeals to the Oval Office?”
“The President has become interested in the private-army business since you were last here.”
“Mercenaries?”