The Book of Fate
Chapter One
Six minutes from now, one of us would be dead. That was our fate. None of
us knew it was coming.
"Ron, hold up!" I called out, chasing after the middle-aged man in the
navy-blue suit. As I ran, the smothering Florida heat glued my shirt to my
chest.
Ignoring me, Ron Boyle darted up the tarmac, passing Air Force One on our
right and the eighteen cars of the motorcade that idled in a single-file line on
our left. As deputy chief of staff, he was always in a rush. That's what happens
when you work for the most powerful man in the world. I don't say that lightly.
Our boss was the Commander in Chief. The President of the United States. And
when he wanted something, it was my job to get it. Right now President Leland
"The Lion" Manning wanted Boyle to stay calm. Some tasks were beyond even me.
Picking up speed as he weaved through the crowd of staffers and press
making their way to their assigned cars, Boyle blew past a shiny black Chevy
Suburban packed with Secret Service agents and the ambulance that carried extra
pints of the President's blood. Earlier today, Boyle was supposed ... read full excerpt from: The Book of Fate ebook
