“Everybody knew everything about you?”
She looked at him. “Yeah,” she said ruefully.
“I saw you had on a Yale sweatshirt. You thinking of going there in a few years?”
“If I get in.”
“The president’s daughter? I think you’ll be fine.”
“But that’s not how it’s supposed to work. I don’t want to get in because of him. I want to get in because of me.”
“That’s a great way to look at things,” said Robie.
“Besides, my dad went to Yale. My mom went to Columbia. I’m thinking of UVA. I went there a few times. Charlottesville is beautiful.”
“Mr. Jefferson’s university. The man who could not live without books.”
“Not a bad guy to emulate.”
Robie was about to say something when he heard the bang. In a second he had Claire down on the ground, shielding her with his body, and his gun was out, making sweeping arcs in front of him.
He heard feet running toward them and his finger slipped to the trigger guard as he crouched down, keeping his free hand on Claire’s shoulder.
Claire said in a quavering voice, “What is it? What’s happening, Will?”
In a low voice he said, “Just stay down, Claire. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
A Secret Service agent came running around the corner of the house and saw Robie. “Stand down, stand down, Agent Robie. There’s no threat,” he yelled.
Robie did not yet lower his weapon. The back door of the house opened and Reel and the First Lady came out, surrounded by agents.
Reel called out, “It was a backfire, Robie. Car passing the house.”
Robie put his gun away and helped Claire up. “You okay?”
She was shaking but nodded. “Thanks, Will. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anybody move that fast.”
“Claire, honey?” said her mother anxiously.
Claire ran to her mom and the two women hugged.
Reel walked over to Robie. “Great, now you’re really her hero.”
“They sure it was just a backfire?”
“That’s what they reported.”
“Okay,” he said, not looking convinced.
“Why, you think otherwise?”
“I always assume the worst. That way I’m rarely disappointed.”
Chapter
71
THE TEAM CAME TO THE cottage very late at night.
Min was in bed. Chung-Cha received them at the door and ushered them in. They sat at the table in the kitchen and spoke swiftly in Korean.
One of the men and the woman were the same ones who had ridden on the train to D.C. with Chung-Cha and Min. Another of the men was Kim Jing-Sang, a highly skilled operative from North Korea’s Interior Ministry who had arrived two days ago. They all discussed and Chung-Cha quickly vetoed the idea of postponing the mission because of the presence of Robie and Reel. No one questioned her decision.
They spread out pictures and diagrams and maps and briefing papers on the table. They were calmly discussing it all as if it were a college midterm team project rather than the plans to assassinate a family.
Chung-Cha held up seven fingers. “That is the number of Secret Service agents. The staff is irrelevant. They are not armed.”
The woman said, “But there is local police support.”
Chung-Cha shook her head. “I have observed them the last few days. They are nothing. They will be no problem.”
“And the man and woman?” said one of the men. “That helped free General Pak’s children?”
“A good thing for us,” said Chung-Cha. “Two birds with one stone, I think is what the Americans say. We will kill them at the same time.” She looked at Jing-Sang. “My colleague will now discuss what will happen after the targets are eliminated. And his words come directly from the Supreme Leader.”
Jing-Sang took from his pocket a small vial. “The Supreme Leader wants the world to know who did this. He wants them to understand that the United States cannot impose its will on our people without retribution. In order to ensure that such is the case, we will each be given a vial such as this. We will then take the contents of the vial after the mission is complete. It is fast-acting. We will be dead within a few minutes.” He looked in the direction of the bedroom where Min was asleep.
“The little bitch must be taken care of too,” he reminded her.
“I will deal with her myself,” said Chung-Cha.
Jing-Sang nodded. “Of course, Comrade Yie. And it was good cover to bring her in the first place. Americans never see evil in children. She is from Yodok, correct?”
“Yes.”
Jing-Sang continued. “Then it hardly matters. It is not like anyone will miss her. It is not like she is one of the core and thus has value.”