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As in the first two books of this series, Katie again unwillingly finds herself embroiled in a dangerous, life or death situation, as good and evil battle once more. This time it involves high profile political figures, including the President of the United States and her philandering husband, AJ Clayton. There is also a threat to the country's national security as the christening ceremony for the newest addition to the US Navy's fleet of high tech submarines, the USS Missouri, is about to take place in South Beach.
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"Geez, you need to chill out Katie. Why are you so hyper lately?"
"I don't know. I guess it's this public relations thing I have to go to in a few weeks."
"You mean the submarine dedication? That's way more than a few weeks . . . more like two months from now. What are you so worried about? You don't have to give a speech or anything like that. It's just another special event we all have to work."
"I know, but the President and her husband will be there, the Governor, all those military bigwigs from Washington . . ."
"Yeah, and all your new friends from the USS Missouri . . ."
"Exactly . . ."
"Oh come on, since when did you start not enjoying being the center of attention? Hell, you've got no choice most of the time."
"You know me better than that, Marty. I don't like being the center of attention, and I never did. And I won't just be at work; they want me up on the stage with the President! Holy crap, what if I slip, or do some other stupid, klutzy thing? You, of all people, should know how I am sometimes."
Why do you want Officer Maguire on this detail, Mr. Clayton?"
"She's calm, smart, resourceful, and obviously can more than handle herself in a physical confrontation. I want her by my side."
"But you have these two agents for protection. She would simply be a contact person between your people and the local police."
"Then that's what I want her for. The added protection will be a nice little extra benefit. Besides, I'd rather have someone with me who doesn't look like a typical cop, like your SWAT lieutenant does, I imagine. For one thing, it'll be less distracting at some of the social functions I'll have to attend."
"Shouldn't someone ask Katie if she wants to do it?" Marty wondered aloud.
Everyone turned to Katie, waiting for her to say something. She had been wondering why AJ wanted her for this detail too. Now that she knew he was married to the President of the United States, she figured his motivation was more personal than professional. He had a well-known reputation for flirting with and pursuing young women, to the constant embarrassment of his wife, and had been doing just that with Katie since they met. It was probably a big mistake to accept this assignment, but . . .
"Sure, I'll do it."
Sergeant Kimball especially disliked independent, confident, and strong-willed women, which, at the moment, placed Katie Maguire right at the top of his list. And he never made any attempt to conceal it.
When he heard his name called, Abe Katzenberg stared straight ahead, his face revealing no sign of emotion. He didn't want anyone riding with him, especially not a rookie, but he knew he had no choice. He didn't care whether the rookie was male or female, he just didn't want to be anyone's babysitter today. He had never been assigned as a Field Training Officer before, and he preferred it that way. Katzenberg knew this was all about Kimball messing with the tall, blonde chick . . . Maguire. He couldn't even remember her first name . . . nor did he care.
Abe tried to help Katie by attempting to grab the subject's free hand, but he held it too far away for him to reach. He was now suspended in midair, held only by one arm. Suddenly the railing started to move, bending outward over the edge. Although the posts were anchored in the concrete floor, it was not designed to hold the weight of two adults, and it was coming loose. Katie's body was starting to slip further over the top of the railing, and she too was now in danger of falling fifty feet to the ground below.
Abe was amazed that Katie had enough upper body strength to support 150 pounds of dead weight. He didn't think any woman could do that. In fact, he wasn't even sure he could do it for more than a few seconds. Under other circumstances, he might have been impressed, but for now he was concerned with keeping his young, less-experienced partner from becoming a human pancake. For one thing, there'd be a ton of paperwork to do.
"There is a radical group of anti-nuclear activists composed primarily of, ironically, Native Americans, who want to make a political statement about the dangers of using nuclear energy. It seems an extraordinarily large number of Navajo Indians, who supply the majority of labor for the uranium mines out west, have contracted all sorts of cancers. I was contacted by this group through an intermediary who asked if our organization would assist them financially."
"What group is this and what sort of statement do they want to make?"
"They call themselves Warriors Against Nuclear Energy or WANE. Their plan is to kidnap the husband of the President of the United States while he's in Miami for a public function and use him as a hostage when they forcibly take over the Turkey Point nuclear facility and threaten to blow it up."