WE took it heading north and west, farther away from the White House. The helicopter noises became ever more distant. Josh and I couldn’t flag down any passing motorists because the windows were tinted and reflective. “There are going to be roadblocks,” I said. “You’ll never make it out of here.”...
There was more going on than he let on, of that I was sure. I sighed. With him no longer employed at the manor, I might never find out what it was. There were so many visitors—easily distinguishable from the re-enactors by virtue of their contemporary clothing—that it looked more like a giant blo...
Wide-set, with a neck that cascaded over the top of her lavender turtleneck, she looked up when I walked in. Her carefully penciled eyebrows always reminded me of fat tadpoles. Right now they were raised high over half-moon glasses. Whether that was an expression of anticipation or annoyance, I c...