The two white Yukons followed him past the gatehouse and around the golf course before parking beside his Porsche in front of the Senator’s cabin. Liz got out and looked up at what was really a rustic mansion. “Are you sure this place is big enough for all of us?” Drake led her up to the front door. “I’m sure one of the guys will share a room with you if you ask nicely,” he said. “But if you want your own room, I suggest you go upstairs and pick the one with the queen bed. The other three rooms have two twin beds each.” Casey and his men trooped in behind them. After everyone found his sleeping quarters, they came back downstairs and Drake led them into the kitchen. “The Senator had the refrigerator stocked for me,” he said, “and there’s a well-supplied bar, too. Help yourselves to anything you need. I know Mike will. We’ll pick up more steaks for tonight, and if you think of anything else we need, tell Mike.
