She pulled a paperback from the bag and pretended to read it. Coal stood nearby, and this really irritated the President.
They shook hands and Horton sat across the desk. Someone opened the door and Horton entered alone. Have you seen the papers this morning? Coal asked. There were cabs lined up outside the station, and ten minutes later she was at the airport. He knew the President had asked Voyles to back off, and he knew Voyles was not telling the President everything.įifteen minutes later, they stopped in Newark, and she got off. He knew they had talked to hundreds of people, collected a pile of useless evidence. He knew Voyles was in New Orleans at this moment with hundreds of agents. But for a novice, it was nerve-racking anyway.Īre they investigating the pelican brief? Horton asked. No perverts, at least none she could spot. She looked at the floor, but from behind the dark shades, she studied the people. Stare at the floor and hold the bag, she kept telling herself. It wasn't crowded, and she took a seat near the center doors. She waited in the correct spot with a group of drunk but well-dressed teenagers, and the train arrived in a couple of minutes. And things weren't so swell above the ground. But this was the Broadway line, the most commonly used train in Manhattan, and it was rumored to be safe, at times.
The subway was not appealing because she'd never used it and she'd heard the stories. She had studied a map and a book of the system, and she hoped it would be easy. She walked thirty feet, and disappeared into the subway. The cab took ten minutes to get to Seventy-second and Broadway, which was the wrong direction, but this entire journey should be hard to follow. He was loyal to the President, and could be trusted for sound judgment. He thought about each word before he said it. He was not dumb or slow, he just thought carefully about everything before he acted.
0 kommentar(er)
