She felt weary, not to mention beyond hungry when Stillwater took a break from preparing her for the AUSA. The AUSA would grill her intensely to make sure she was ready for what was sure to be ruthless cross-examination by the defense attorney. It was around noon when Trace handed something to Christie, and as she took it she saw that it was the hotel’s room service menu and it was opened to the lunch page. She looked gratefully at him as her stomach rumbled loud enough for the whole room to hear. Even as tired as she was, she couldn’t help but appreciate the confident way he moved, the intense way he observed everything and listened. He hadn’t interjected any comments into the conversation, letting Stillwater run the show. Christie let the menu lay open on her lap as Stillwater drew her attention once more. “We’ll have agents inside and out twenty-four/seven while you’re under our protection.” With a frown, Christie shook her head. “I don’t care if agents are on the outside, but only Trace stays with me in the room.
