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“What you took by force in 1848, I will norest back by force The revolution has begun I a war on the United States of America”
“This bastard,” I heard Rothkopf whisper through his gritted teeth when the video ended “This goddamned barbaric bastard”
Every cop in the rooed with rage E our noses in it And loving every minute of it, apparently
CHAPTER 65
SILVER DROPLETS EXPLODED VIOLENTLY in the ht as Lillian Mara pulled the iainst the fence On the other side of the chain-link, the water in the Olympic-sized public pool churned as the Van Nuys–Sherman Oaks under-twelve swim team did their laps
As usual, the other swiave Lillian dirty looks fro There she was again, the evil, blond new lady in the business suit and big, idling, earth-waret out of her car to watch her kid swim
So to them that the truck was actually her ent in charge of the FBI’s LA office, she had to be available 24-7 to juggle case ents, and a secure, private communication link was a priority
As if that h Everybody had an excuse, didn’t they? Oh, well She guessed she would just have to live with all the mommy-war scorn
Lillian sat up and held her breath as a sopping, thin-shouldered ten-year-old blond boy dragged himself out of the opposite side of the pool and headed for the starting blocks
“C’ on her son Ian as he got into position “Bend over ainst your chest You have this, kid”
She let out a groan as Ian jumped weakly and, as usual, landed flat with a loud, belly-flopping slap in the water Then she laughed to herself
“Won’t be the first time you fall on your face, little buddy,” she told her baby boy as she watched him thrash intently across the pool “Take it from personal experience”
Her phone, charging on the dashboard shelf in front of the speedo She snatched it up when she saas her husband, and pressed the FaceTime option
She soofily handsoineering at Northrop Grumman and was on a business trip to Brazil
She turned up the volume on the phone as a couple of landscapers beside the pool’s parking lot fired up their air rakes