Chapter 83
2:20 PM EST Day two of 1260 Camp David, Maryland
Ken left the President’s office furious. Screw him, he thought. He would not take this lying down. He had friends too and Stevenson would not like what he may be able to do or dig up on the old man. He and Stevenson had been at each other since he could remember and this was not the first threat he had ever gotten. It was his own connections that had assured him the AG spot when Stevenson took office. In addition, he knew that if he played his cards right, he would be President in the next few years. He had a lot of party support.
Resign. No way, José, he thought to himself. Never!
He knew he could not go back to the meeting, so he called for a limo from the carpool available to the government and said he needed to get back to his office. The limo should be here shortly he thought, as he waited outside the door smoking a cigarette. He did not normally smoke much, but it did help calm his nerves.
He saw the limo coming from around the edge of the woods leading up to the Camp’s administration building. He reached down and grabbed his briefcase, put it on his shoulder and stood by the road. He would get his other things later or they could send his bag to his house. He needed to get out of there.
The car stopped and he opened his own back door of the limo and sat inside. He knocked on the window and told the driver he needed to get back to Washington D.C., to the office. The driver grunted as he put the car in gear and drove down the driveway.
The limo passed the gates and started down the access road to 15, which would then take them to the beltway, and then on into D.C. He figured he would just lean back and enjoy the ride. The helicopter ride had only taken about a half an hour. However, that was not an option today; but depending on traffic, he would still get back around five or so.
Then, he thought, he‘d start pushing the buttons on old Stevenson. Resign? He doubted it.
He was looking out the window when he eventually realized that they had turned off 15 and were going down some road he had never been on before. He banged on the glass that separated him and the driver, but got no response. He suddenly felt that he was in danger. The hairs on the back of his neck started sticking up and his whole body grew tense. He lived on intuition and trusted it. He knew he was in trouble.
He tried opening the door, but it was locked. He continued banging on the glass separating the driver from him, to no avail. He picked up his cell phone and tried to dial, but there was no service. The car started to slow down, and he watched as it came to a stop in the middle of the woods. The driver got out, opened his door, and the last thing Ken Giles heard was the shot.