He’s a man after my own heart, and it appears that DCIA Norcroft is of the same mind. President Willets meets us at the door to the Oval Office and has us sit in a semicircle of comfortable chairs and small couches facing the Lincoln desk. Everyone arrives at about the same time. “Everyone” includes the secretary of State, the secretary of Homeland Security, NYPD commissioner of police, the DFBI, the DCIA, and four little people. I am one of those little people; the other three are Detectives MacLeese and Redworth, and Special Agent Hinckley. The mood is decidedly negative with the federals looking daggers at us locals, and vice versa, with the exception of me. I am the picture of placid acceptance of being in the epicenter of this potential battle between the titans. If that were really true, why do I feel like this is going to be one of those situations that the old African proverb describes, “When the elephants fight, what gets hurt is the grass?” In truth I am on tenterhooks wondering what twist of fate has brought me into this fight between elephants.
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