“I don’t know yet.”
He sounded as tense and as stressed as she’d ever heard him.
“Where are you taking me?”
“Home.”
“Please take me back to headquarters.I’m on the clock, and I need to finish my shift.”
“I’m under orders, Sam.”
“As am I, Vernon.Take me to HQ, or they’ll never let me out of the gilded palace again, and you know it.I’ll take any blame that comes our way.”
The young female agent in the passenger seat, Jimmy’s seat, handed her a package of wipes.“You have blood on your face.”
With shaking hands, Sam took the wipes from her and used them to remove a shocking amount of blood.
Jimmy’s wife was expecting their first child in June.
This could not be happening.
Someone had shot at her and hit Jimmy.
This would change everything.
They’d never let her work again.The thought of that made this terrifying situation that much worse.She noticed they were heading to HQ and not the White House, which was a relief.
“What’re you hearing about Jimmy?”
“He’s on his way to GW.They’re working to stabilize him.”
“Did someone call Liz?”Sam had met his adorable wife at the Easter Egg Roll.They’d been together since high school.
“That’s being handled.Don’t worry.”
Sam didn’t want to think about Liz receiving that phone call or the terror she’d experience while she waited to hear how badly her husband was injured.Or worse.
When her phone rang, she dug it out of her pocket to take the call from Gonzo.
“What the hell happened, Sam?”
“Someone shot at us in Adams Morgan.They hit Jimmy.”
“Is he okay?”
“I don’t know yet.He’s on the way to GW.What’re you hearing?”
“Massive federal and MPD response in the area looking for the shooter.”
“We were retracing the steps of a potential fourth victim in our case.I’d like to get someone over there to help Cruz finish what we started.”
“I’ll reach out to him and head over there myself.”
“Thanks, Gonzo.”
“This’ll be a big deal here and at home.”
“I’m painfully aware.”
