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.” “You forget that I know all the security protocols,” Nourie said over his shoulder. “I know what I’m doing.” But by now, I thought, they know it’s you. The Secret Service should be able to get one step ahead of this guy. We exited and followed another small road that connected to yet another. We had taken so many curved and angled streets that I no longer had any idea where I was or how far we were from the White House. We took a drive down a residential lane, followed up by a long stretch where there were no houses whatsoever. Nourie turned right down yet another uneven road. “Is he awake?” Nourie asked. Josh had been quiet since we’d changed cars. “He’s awake,”
