Page 38 of An Impossible Love
She grabbed Orin’s file, unable to contain herself, but it didn’t tell her anything she didn’t already know. In fact, she thought to herself rather smugly, I know more about him than this file will ever know.
She grinned to herself as she imagined adding to the file.
Orin Bennett’s military and political prowess is matched by the enormous size of his cock, and his excellent and energetic lovemaking. He is also above average in charm and sexiness and can make a woman come by just looking at her.
Emmy snorted to herself. She could imagine how agency heads would love to know all that. She put down Orin’s file and took up Kevin McKee’s.
She hadn’t had a lot to do with the man, never having been assigned to him because of his connection to Zach’s death. Before that, he’d hardly registered on her radar. To Emmy, he was just another vanilla pretty boy who used his looks and charm to get what he wanted and was pretty harmless. She read through his college transcripts. Graduatedmagna cum laudewith a degree in political science, the valedictorian in his year, after which he went on to attend Harvard Law.
First job was junior partner at Dewy, Random and Lesser in New York before making full partner less than a year later. Family was old money from New Hampshire. Emmy rolled her eyes. “Pretty boy with all the gifts.”
McKee sought out Orin Bennett after Orin’s successful congressional run and offered to manage his presidential run, wanting only the communications job in return.
Emmy sighed. Nothing out of the ordinary. She grabbed her laptop and typed in ‘secret societies at Princeton.’ She knew that actually secret societies were banned, a law going back to Woodrow Wilson, but that didn’t mean they didn’t exist. She read about the aboveground societies but couldn’t find any evidence that McKee, Karlsson, or Neal were ever members. She’d have to look deeper than a Google search.
Her personal cell buzzed, and she glanced at it, then smiled.Having trouble concentrating while State people brief me on nuclear proliferation. If the world ends, it’s your fault. O.
Emmy giggled.Well, if the three-minute warning comes, I have an idea how we could spend that time…
She laughed loudly when the reply came back.Twice.
She loved that Orin was completely without ego; he really was the most unusual president.
Which gave her an idea. Maybe she was looking at this all wrong. She should be trying to link members of the current organization to the last administration. She pulled up a file with all of Brookes Ellis’s staff and tried to cross match them with any members of Orin’s closest circle. Not that easy, she thought, half an hour later. Someone was dirty; she knew it, and God help her, her gut was telling her it was McKee.
At lunchtime, she went to the dining hall. A quick glance around told her that Orin wasn’t here yet, and anyway, she could hardly go sit with him. She grabbed a plate and went to help herself from the buffet.
“Hey, Agent Sati.”
The man himself. Emmy plastered a smile on her face as she turned to see Kevin McKee in line behind her. “Mr. McKee.”
“Come on, Emmy, we’re off duty. It’s Kevin. How’re you feeling? Those bruises look nasty.”
“They’re fine, really. I’m okay.”
“I hear you kicked the attacker’s butt.”
“I had help.” Emmy didn’t like the way he was looking at her—but maybe she was just feeling guilty about suspecting him. His smile was friendly enough, and there was even some admiration in his eyes.
“Don’t knock yourself down. Hey, come sit with me and tell me about it. The news that an Agent was attacked was leaked, sad to say, and the press are already making their own minds up at this point.”
“They’re linking my attack to Karlsson’s murder?”
“They are.”
Emmy sighed. They found a table and sat down to eat. Maybe this was an opportunity to find out about Kevin’s background. But as they began to eat, Emmy suddenly lost her appetite when Kevin started to speak.
“Listen, I’ve been wanting to talk to you for a while. About Zach. God, Emmy, I can’t tell you how sorry I am. He was such a good guy—the best.”
Her mouth dry, Emmy put down her fork and nodded. “Thank you. He was.”
“I keep thinking of that day, the day he died. The gunman came from nowhere and at first, we didn’t know Zach had been hit.”
Emmy’s hands were trembling. She’d never asked, nor been told, about the particulars of that day. It was enough to try to process that Zach was gone forever. Now, though, she didn’t want to stop Kevin. She needed to hear it to gain some more closure and move on. “What happened, exactly?” She said, her voice breaking slightly.
Kevin sighed. “We were at Foggy Bottom, a meeting at the Watergate. Nothing huge. I believe it was about a speech we were coordinating with an environmental group for the campaign. We were just in the parking lot near that old British telephone box they’ve got there. The first shot zinged past my head, I remember, and then Zach was yelling and pushing me into the car. I got in and turned back, then…” He hesitated.
“Please go on, no matter what.”
