"The President might think I'm lying ... or crazy." "You have us as witnesses." "I'll need you two somewhere where I can reach you," Sullivan said. "It's too dangerous to go back to my apartment. I'll register at the Ramada," Powers said. "I'll contact you there," Sullivan said. He shook hands with Susan, then offered his hand to Powers. "Good luck," Powers said. "I'll need it." They shook hands tightly; Powers sensed the tension. Sullivan pushed his chair back and left the restaurant. "I sense something terrible," Susan said. "I can feel it." "My guess is we're going to be called into the President's office and asked to explain what we know," Powers said. "We have to keep our heads." She nodded. He kissed her on the cheek. They chatted nervously for the next few minutes and Powers, aware the President thrived on facts and hated supposition, advised her not to volunteer any theories when he questioned her. Powers checked his watch. "Let's go," he said. With Susan at his side, Powers walked past tables and booths.
