Presidential Cleaning: A Psychological Suspense Novel - Plot & Excerpts
On my stomach, I laid, the prickling of the grass kept away by my thick camouflage jacket. I’d been in that position for over an hour- gripping onto the rope as though my life depended on it. I needed to be ready to react. There was no room for error, no time that could be wasted. With each second that went by, I hoped more and more that the vehicle would arrive- the vehicle that would change things, hopefully for the better. The more I waited, the more I worried that something would go wrong; the more I contemplated the possibility that they’d taken another route. My ears were ready to hear the purring of an engine. My nose was ready to sniff the fumes from the exhaust. My hands were ready to pull. Another fifteen minutes went by with the only thing heard being the whistling of the wind and the shuffling of the trees. Laying and waiting was something I hadn’t done in a while; something that no longer felt natural. Back then, when we were just agents working under the commands of the president, waiting was a game we played quite often.
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