“Where’d I go?”
“Three hours of surgery and another hour in recovery is a long time for me to be without my Samantha.”
“That’s not as long as a workday.”
“When I can text you or call you if I need a fix.”
Sam rolled her eyes.
“There she is, my sweet, sassy, sexy cop.”
“I’m gonna be super sexy for the next four to six weeks.”
“There’s never a time when you’re not sexy. I have news you’re going to like.”
“What’s that?”
“A crackpot named LeRoy Nevins is in custody on the attempted bombing.”
“What do we know about him?”
“That he doesn’t approve of me being president and decided to leave a bomb at our gate to make sure I was aware of his disapproval.”
“Are they sure it’s him?”
“The FBI is sure enough that they released the update to the media this morning, and it’s all over the news that they got the guy. He’s saying he didn’t do it, wouldn’t waste his time, etc.”
“They wouldn’t have released news of the arrest if they weren’t sure.”
“That’s what I thought, too, based on my extensive firsthand experience with police work.”
Sam smiled. “You’re learning by osmosis.”
“I love the way you rub off on me.”
“It’s gonna be a while before I can rub off on you.”
“Not that long.”
“Long enough. Nick?”
“What, honey?”
“The crackpots scare me. That they hate you just because you did your job and took over for Nelson when he died.”
“I know it’s easy for me to tell you not to worry about it.”
“Like it’s easy for me to tell you not to worry about me?”
“Just like that but try not to worry. The Secret Service is incredible, and they’re not going to let the crackpots get anywhere near me.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.”
“I want my phone to check in with Gonzo.”
“Not yet. You need to rest. You just had surgery.”