McGill had been tempted to ask for a police escort, but he’d been told the executive jet that would take everyone back to Washington wouldn’t be ready to fly for an hour. Upon hearing how much time he had to work with, Leo told McGill , “No problem, Boss. I’ll make it with time to spare.”The call McGill had run upstairs to take at the star’s mansion had come directly from the president herself. Sweetie, Elspeth and Deke had given him the room to speak privately. Before McGill had been handed Deke’s phone, the special agent had the presence of mind to tell him, “It’s not any of your kids, but it does sound important.”McGill’s heart continued to race from more than physical exertion despite the reassurance.He took his wife’s call by asking, “What’s wrong?”Hearing the tension in his voice, Patti said, “Calm down, Jim, please. I’m calling you so you don’t hear this news from anyone else.”Catching his breath and doing his best to sound calm, McGill repeated himself, “What’s wrong?”“I was just informed by a call from the Senate majority leader’s office that my trial will be moved forward to this coming Monday.
