First Family (Sean King & Michelle Maxwell 4)
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“I think she wants to hire us to find out who did this.”
“The First Lady wants to hire us? Why? She has the entire freaking FBI.”
“She doesn’t want them apparently. She wants us.”
“I’m not deaf. You mean she wants you.”
“Do you think we can lose the reporters? I don’t want them trailing us to Pennsylvania Avenue.”
Michelle stood and tugged out her keys. “I’m offended you even have to ask.”
CHAPTER 8
SAM QUARRY UNLOCKED the door and peered in, saw her sitting at the table having a bowl of cereal. She snapped her head around, jumped from the chair, and drew back against the wall.
He kept the door open as he walked in. “Willa, there’s nothing to be scared of.”
“I’m not stupid. There’s like everything to be scared of. Most of all you!”
Her cheeks quivered and fearful tears clustered at the corners of both eyes.
Quarry pulled up a chair and sat down. “I guess I’d be scared too. But I’m not going to hurt you. Okay?”
“You can say anything. How do I know you’re not lying? You’re a criminal. Criminals lie all the time. That’s why they’re criminals.”
Quarry nodded. “So you think I’m a criminal?”
“You are a criminal. You kidnapped me. People go to jail for that.”
He nodded again and then glanced at the bowl. “Cereal not too soggy? Sorry, but powdered milk is all we got.”
She stayed flattened against the wall. “Why are you doing this?”
“Doing what? You mean bringing you here?”
“Under the circumstances, what else could I possibly mean?”
Quarry smiled at her blunt logic. “Heard you were smart.”
“Where’s my family? I asked the other man but he wouldn’t say. He just grunted.”
Quarry pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his face, concealing a look of profound disgust as he did so.
“Why are you wearing latex gloves?” she asked, staring at his hands.
“Heard of eczema?”
“Sure.”
“That’s what I got and don’t want to give it to anybody else.”
“I asked you about my family,” she said earnestly. “Are they okay? Tell me.”
“They’re doing fine. But then if I’m a criminal, I could be lying.”
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bsp; “I hate you!” she screamed.