There aren’t stunt men or actors chasing me. They’re Pickle people bent on killing me and George. “This is bad. These are the guys who were following you yesterday aren’t they?” “Yep,” he says. “Yellow and blue plates.” George steers out of a curve ...
Ana shone the flashlight across the gray tile floor and the gray-paneled walls of the front area. The red triangular Ducati emblem on the wall behind the service counter was cracked. A large square sales poster was ripped in half. Others were evidently missing, only the hanging mechanisms intact ...
In front of her was a wall of television cameras stretching almost the entirety of the ninety-six-foot diameter of the symbolic heart of the Capitol.She took her place between statues of George Washington and Thomas Jefferson and next to Secretary Blackmon toward the southern-facing edge of the r...