“Would it protect the review?”
“Yes.”
“Would it protect me?”
“It would make your position easier to defend.”
I handed the folder back.
“Prepare it.”
He paused.
“Now?”
“Have it ready.”
“Why wait?”
I straightened my cuff.
“Because I want to see what Arthur does when he thinks I’m only standing at the door.”
The next clue came from Trevor.
He called from his car.
“Why are you going to the White House?”
“I was assigned.”
“Dad doesn’t want you there.”
“He knows I have an assignment.”