I was brought up short by Brian's arm across my path."Not here, not yet," was all Brian said.Something in his voice calmed me just enough that I didn'... rip the prisoner to shreds on the spot, and I stopped trying to move forward.Brian dropped his arm. "Bring him downstairs," he said to the Heathers in a voice that held the chill of an arctic wind.Brian led the way, followed by the Heathers. I came right behind them, hoping that the prisoner would try something and give me an excuse to smash him. They were summoned in the middle of the night and the President’s limousines were dispatched to pick up the two women well before the first light of day. Not being completely comfortable, they both kept both feet planted on the floor and eyes focused on the doorway across the room.When the doorway opened, in walked Emmeline Watson without her usual escort of Secret Service, Chief of Staff, Vice President, or any other Cabinet or staff members.Both women immediately stood and offered the. He’s just not thinking about anything.”I got out and tried the door as if I lived there. It opened. I moved in swiftly, ready to deal with Shithead if he wasn’t as under as Bobby thought. Shithead was limp on the bed. I bagged his head and cuffed his hands behind his back. I went to the door and motioned for Bobby to join me. Melody knew to stay in the car, ready to start it up at a moment’s notice.Shithead didn’t even have a change of clothes. All he had was a military duffle bag, stuffed with. Around thirty minutes later, the sound of her car in the driveway broke inon my reverie. I moved into the house and took her in my arms as sheentered."Hi, sweetie!" she said, hugging back. As we disengaged, she headed tochange from her work clothes--a well-tailored suit with tasteful stripesagainst a navy background on knee-length skirt and matching coat over asnow-white blouse. Over her shoulder she asked, "Pour me a glass ofwine?" as her fuck-me pumps' heels clacked over the hallway.