White Top by M. L. Buchman

Author:M. L. Buchman
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Buchman Bookworks, Inc.

37

Clarissa offered Jon a hand up when it became clear that he wouldn’t reach his feet any other way.

“Thank you,” his voice was rough.

She didn’t answer, her throat was so dry that she probably couldn’t.

Today was not a day she needed to be reminded of the various threats to her career. Colonel Taz Flores’ photo of her when she was much younger and running a torture center at a CIA Black Site would not play well with today’s mild-mannered, politically correct rhetoric. Being reminded of her powerlessness, her vulnerability—so close on the heels of Clark’s and her plans’ deaths—was such gut-wrenching agony that she couldn’t even puke though she felt the need to.

She’d stayed at the CIA, trying to back-trace to the origins of the chatter that the cyber twins had uncovered—until the President had suddenly returned to Andrews Air Force Base without any warning.

Neither he, nor anyone else aboard the E-4B Nightwatch had contacted her once during the six-hour gap. She was the head of the CIA and was working the problem of the attack on the Vice President, yet nothing!

Well, she’d fix that.

A report that an NTSB team was departing Andrews aboard an Air Force helo gave her an idea. She’d had them reroute to pick her up, and rushed up to her office to change.

Neither the comfortable pantsuit she’d been wearing, and wrinkling through the long night, nor a funereal black would do. She’d dressed in a red power suit with a black silk blouse that made her pale complexion and white-blonde hair particularly stand-out.

The suit shouted I’m important and I am busy at the business of the country. With her long legs, it was also short enough to make sure that it grabbed any man’s attention.

Now it was time to be front and center at Clark’s death site. There was more than one way to get the goddamn President’s attention.

And to start?

She was wasting her time helping a lowly Air Force major to his feet.

She hadn’t counted on the NTSB team being Miranda Chase and her Chinese sidekick. Ready to pull a knife on her? Clarissa would destroy the puny woman for that. Though she’d forgotten about Colonel Taz Cortez-Flores-Pain-in-the-ass recently joining Miranda’s team. The reminder of that incriminating photo had been a rude shock.

Wait!

Clarissa spun to look for Miranda, but she’d already disappeared into the clutter of a fresh round of ambulances.

Most of Miranda’s team had already been here when their helicopter arrived. Yet Miranda and Andi had been on the helicopter from Andrews despite normally being stationed out of Seattle.

Why Andrews?

Goddamn the bitch to hell!

Clarissa had been shut off from the President for the last six hours.

And, in order to arrive at Andrews, Miranda must have been on the President’s plane traveling from the G-7 meetings in Victoria, BC. How did that lame excuse for a woman do it?

There’d been another important fact mentioned, too…

What was it?

Not by Miranda or Taz. No, it had come from—

She spun to face the Major who’d been on their helicopter flight and then tasered.

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