“What you doing here?” she said one more time. “You tell me, right now!”
He pointed his light at the walls. “Look.”
Ruth Ann’s gaze slowly drifted over the space, but unlike her son there was no curiosity behind it. She turned back to him. “You ain’t supposed to be down here. How’d you get in here?”
He pulled the key ring out and she snatched it from his hand.
“Momma, look. Please.” He pointed frantically at the covered walls.
“I ain’t looking at nothing’cept getting your butt back to bed.”
“Look at that picture of that girl. I saw her on the TV at school.”
She slapped his face. The shock that registered on Gabriel’s face evidenced that this was something that had not occurred before.
“Let me tell you something,” she said. “Mr. Sam done give us his home. All his land and this house when he die. All we got is’cause of him. So don’t you say nothing against that man or I’ll slap you again only harder.”
“But Momma—”
She raised her hand and he drew back from her.
“Let me tell you something else. I know Sam Quarry a good long time, from when you weren’t much bigger than my fist. He took us in when he ain’t got no reason to. He a good man. If he doing something down here, that’s his business.” She pointed around the room. “Whatever this all is, then he got himself a damn good reason for doing it. Now let’s go, boy.”
She grabbed his arm and hustled him out of the room, locking the door behind them. As they rushed up the stairs, Gabriel looked back once at the room below before nearly sprinting back to his bedroom, propelled by a smack on the backside by his still obviously upset mother.
CHAPTER 54
JANE COX had not entrusted the task of checking the post office box to her staff. It was too important. The dilemma was, as First Lady, it was nearly impossible to go anywhere without an enormous entourage. By law, the president and First Lady could not travel unaccompanied.
She came downstairs from the First Family’s quarters. She had a rare two hours where she had nothing to do, so she’d informed her chief of staff that she wanted to go for a ride. She had done this every day since receiving the letter. She had put her foot down, though. No motorcade. One limo and one tail car. She had insisted on this.
It wasn’t Cadillac One or what the Service referred to as “the Beast,” the ten-thousand-pound nearly nuclear-attack-proof ride that was reserved for the president or the First Couple when they traveled together by car. In truth, she hated riding in the Beast. The windows were phonebook thick and you couldn’t hear a single sound from outside. It felt suffocating, like you were underwater or on another planet.
Three agents rode with her in the limo, six others in the tail SUV. The agents were not pleased with this arrangement, but they took some comfort from the fact that no one could know the First Lady was even inside the vehicle. Many limos left the White House at all hours, and the First Lady’s public schedule listed no trips today. Still, they kept a constant vigil as they tracked through the streets of D.C.
At her instruction, the car stopped across the street from a nondescript Mail Boxes Etc. shop in the city’s southwest quadrant. From this vantage point Jane could see directly through the store window to the line of post office boxes against one wall. She wrapped a scarf around her head, put a hat on over this and tugged it down low. Sunglasses covered her eyes. She put up the collar of her overcoat.
“Ma’am, please,” said her security detail chief. “We haven’t cleared the shop.”
“You haven’t cleared the shop anytime since I started coming here,” she said imperturbably. “And exactly nothing has happened.”
“But if something does, ma’am…” His voice trailed off, the strain in his eyes clear. If something did go wrong, his career was over. The rest of the detail looked just as anxious. None of them wanted to blow their careers up over this.
“I told you before, I will accept all responsibility.”
“But it could be a trap.”
“I will accept all responsibility.”
“But it’s our job to protect you.”
“And it’s my job to make decisions about my family. You can watch from the car, but you are not to leave the vehicle for any reason.”
“Ma’am, rest assured, I will leave this vehicle if I see you threatened in any way.”
“Fine. I can live with that.”
As soon as she left the car, the lead agent said, “Shit.” Under his breath he added another word that rhymed perfectly with “twitch.”