Page 58 of Beachcomber Danger

“You have intel?”

Dane hesitated, but knew he had to let him know what Shana had heard, knew Peter had already told him. After he gave Andrews the story, he said, “But I don’t think that’s their real plan. Preston Chambers is a clever man with a multilayered plan. I think the only reason he left Shana and Sassy with a half-baked explosive so easily disassembled was that he wanted her to misinform us. I also don’t think the posing as server plan is feasible.”

“I agree with you. Come through. I’ll have them unblock the drive to let you by. But I’m warning you now. Just because I agree with you and I’m letting you inside does not mean that you’re off the hook for what you did to my man back at the jail.”

“I didn’t expect you’d let me off the hook.”

Dane ended the call and the two agents got inside the car and pulled it over while Cap and Shana returned. Andrews worked fast. Dane couldn’t help admiring the man in spite of the fact that he was Secret Service.

“You called Andrews, didn’t you?” Shana said as Dane pulled the car forward to a parking spot at the unmarked windowless security door.

“Not exactly.”

“You like being cagey far too much.” She moved to get out of the car, but he held her arm. She turned to him with a question on her face. It was tougher to read her than ever when she looked like that, swollen and bruised and bloodied.

“I want you to get cleaned up and to see a doctor. You’ve had a concussion.”

“Right, Doctor Dane. Tomorrow. First thing.” She pulled from his grasp and got out of the car as the security door opened. He let her go because he had no choice. He had a job to do. They all needed to do their job.

They needed to stop Preston and Emeline Chambers from killing the President.