Chapter Twenty-seven
Since the NIB was a couple of blocks from the White House, Candy decided running would be faster than getting the car from the garage. Plus, when she and her new wolf buddy exited the building after stopping in security to load up on fire power, the garage was closed off with guards watching the entrance. No doubt they had made their way up to the kill scene on the roof. It would take hours while they went through the entire route down to the lobby looking for whatever clues and evidence they looked for.
Josh knew those details better than she did. He was more detective while she was more blow ’em up.
At the security gate, a transport buggy and a handsome guard were waiting to take her, and her dog, to the north side of the White House. When she smiled at the driver, Josh growled. She almost laughed then scratched between his ears.
As they approached the White House, Candy fell into a sense of awe. The building was massive with the West Wing housing the Oval Office and the East Wing with its “secret” underground bomb shelter.
At the main entrance, one of the two glass doors opened and Colonel Dresden hurried out. Candy stepped off the cart as soon as it stopped and came to a salute. Dresden returned her gesture.
“Candy? Is that you all dressed-up for the occasion?” the man said, trying to cover a smile with his hand. She was sure he referred to her synthetic paint and shadow camo. The wolf barked once. She knew her mate was agreeing with the colonel.
She leaned closer to the wolf. “Just wait till we get home.”
“When did you get a wolf as a pet? I’m hoping it’s a pet,” he said. She and her animal climbed the steps as the cart drove away.
“Colonel, sir. This is Director Tumbel with ALFA.” The wolf sat on its hind legs and lifted his right paw to the colonel. The man stared at the furry extension, then looked back to her.
“This is . . .” his hands swished up and down implying the animal, “his shifted form?”
“Yes, sir,” Candy replied. The colonel frowned and glanced around.
“Let’s do this inside so some media bigshot doesn’t get a picture of me shaking a wild animal’s paw.”
Candy stifled her smile and followed the retreating officer through the front door. The grand entrance was truly grand, from the massive marble columns to the shiny pink and white square floor pattern. The simple design elements were huge. The ceiling had to rise twenty feet, or close. A mirror at the side stretched from the floor to crown molding. Standing here, she felt small, insignificant. But she had an important job to do.
Josh took a whiff of the air. She waited as he sniffed around the area. He slowed when he came to the large planted fern. If he even began to lift a leg, she’d freaking kill him. She relaxed when he returned to her side.
“Has the president been secured somewhere?” she asked.
“After your call, I sent up extra security to guard the second-floor and all entrances,” he said. She wasn’t happy the president was still in residence. But this was all conjecture on her part. She could be completely wrong. How humiliating. She understood why the colonel had done what he had since they had no solid proof of anything. His phone rang and he answered, quickly hanging up. “The president wants to see us now. He’s out of his shower.”
“Oh, shit,” she said under her breath. The president was a bear of a man. Always serious, never smiling, with permanent lines indented into his forehead. He was a great leader, not much of a partygoer.
They climbed the red-carpeted stairs to the second floor. They passed the guards with concerned looks for the wolf who trotted beside her. Josh raised his nose into the air and stopped.
“What?” she asked. He trotted around the stair landing they just came off. After a moment, he padded after the colonel. Must not have been anything. From what seemed like a mile away, a man came out of a room.
“Mr. President,” the colonel called out.
“Hi, Colonel,” the president said in his characteristic rumbly voice. “Let’s meet in the family room—”
The floor shook just before a wave of drywall slammed into her back, quickly followed by a heat surge followed by an explosion. Next thing she knew, hands were on her upper arms lifting her to her feet from the floor. Josh stood in front of her, his hand on her face, terrified eyes blinking at her. His lips moved, but she didn’t hear anything.
The smell of burning wood and a thick layer of dust floated in the air, making her cough.
“What happened?” she asked. Josh’s voice slowly became a mumble. But she read his lips. Bomb.
She glanced over his arm to see the colonel getting to his knees. Her hand snagged Josh’s and he helped her to the colonel’s side. The man shook his head as if to clear it then pulled his radio from his pocket. They hurried down the hall to meet the president running toward them.
“Mr. President, we need to get to your closet.” Dresden turned the president around and stumbled after him. Candy and Josh caught up within a few steps. At the end of hall, they entered a no-nonsense bedroom, sparse with furniture, but still welcoming.
They navigated turns and doors and found themselves in the president’s wardrobe room. She was amazed by all the cool gadgets and containers and a ton of identical, perfectly-pressed white, long-sleeved shirts. On the section of wall where shoes perched on shelves, Dresden pressed his hands against the wood and the panel slid back and out of the way.
On the other side of the wall, the handrail for a spiral staircase came into view. A red light shined from above. Dresden started down.
“Wait. Stop!” Josh hollered. He elbowed his way to the front. “Let me go first. I know what I’m smelling for.” Dresden leaned back and let Josh pass. The rest trailed behind, Candy as the caboose after the first lady, who had rushed to join them. Several steps down, the group came to a stop. “Candy,” Josh called, “I need you up here.”
She made her way, trying not to slip on the damp metal steps. “What did you find?”
Josh knelt on a tread, leaning over to the next step. “Look here.” He pointed to a thin wire strung across the width of the stair.
“A trip wire?” Candy asked. “Where is it tied in?” They followed the line to the outside wall then underneath the stair they kneeled on. Attached to the bottom side of the stair was a backpack hanging open so they could see inside. “Oh, fuck,” she whispered. Both straightened.
“What is it?” Dresden asked.
“Colonel, sir. There is a trip wire here connected to enough C-4 to bring down this side of the building,” she said.
Josh said, “I smelled the taggart chemical, so I knew something was rigged.”
“Should we step over it and continue down?” the colonel asked.
Josh shook his head. “I wouldn’t chance it. There could be more ambushes along the way. The person came from below up to this spot.”
The president’s voice echoed in the narrow area. “How do you know that, son?”
Josh stood, helping her up a step. “From what I can tell, most of the Russians at the NIB had a hint of alcohol to them. Like it was part of their clothes. I smell that here, but not higher up. Where does this go?”
“Everybody back up,” Dresden commanded. “We’ll take another route.” Candy waited for an answer to Josh’s question. But it never came. Guess they didn’t want her or Josh to know.
The group gathered by the bedroom door as Dresden talked on his radio and paced the hallway. Candy noticed the first lady blush after looking her direction. Josh put a hand on her shoulder. The touch was nice. She’d have to get used to touching and being touched. Then she noted Josh was buck-ass naked. That was why the first lady had blushed. Candy stepped in front of her mate.
“Uh, Mr. President, do you have a T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants or shorts Director Tumbel can wear? Shifting requires they be undressed.”
The leader’s eyes narrowed on Josh, staring him down. With both hands on her shoulders, he stared right back. After a moment, the president smiled and reached out his hand.
“Nice to meet you, Director Tumbel. I’ve heard about the great work your organization does.”
Josh reached around her and shook his hand. “Thank you, sir. I’m sure Candy agrees with you.” Behind her, he bumped against her back. Yeah, yeah. She got the joke—her shutting down the group. Based on paperwork only, anyone would’ve made the same initial decision she did to close them down. Of course, that was all different now.
The president leaned toward his wife and kissed her cheek. “Dear, would you get the director something from my dresser. You know where my clothes are better than I do,” he said softly.
Candy was about to pass out with shock. Her big, growly, bear of a scary man turned into a cub around his wife. Josh leaned down to her ear. “What’s wrong?”
How the hell did Josh know? She’d have to figure out her emotions so she knew them before Josh smelled them. This relationship was getting more complicated with every superhuman trait Josh revealed.
“Is the goddam passage clear or not?” Dresden yelled from the hallway. He was still on his radio.
“Colonel,” Candy said, sliding into the hallway, “anything I can help with?”
He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Seems we’re having a hard time contacting our bomb-sniffing dog trainer.”
“He was here earlier, right?” She recalled the president needing to call her back after the dog left. His words were akin to “damn dog sniffing my feet.”
“Yeah, finally,” the colonel said.
“What do you mean?” Candy asked.
“It took him forever to get here,” Dresden ranted. “He knows he’s part of protocol. Dipshit should’ve been in the truck already. By the time he got here, the bug sweeper had already gone through and non-essential rooms were cleared.”
He didn’t do a good job seeing as they’d found two bombs in a matter of minutes. She wondered. “Colonel, is the bomb guy alone when he does his sweep?”
“I have one of my guys help him out. But tonight, he was so damn late that all my men were stationed and I had to pull somebody. The dog got started before my guy got here. I didn’t want to wait any longer,” Dresden said.
His radio came back to life. “Are you sure? The dog’s not here yet.” His hands fisted. “I’ll tell you what, how about I just try it myself. Get me a motherfucking dog!” He stomped down the hall and turned a corner.
Dressed in gray sweats and plain T-shirt, Josh came out of the bedroom and stood beside her. “Where’s he going?”
“To the first floor. There’s an elevator and stairs in the cove on that side of the hall,” the president said, his gruffness back.
Josh frowned and stepped forward. “He really should let me go fir—”
Another blast erupted. This one was closer. Much closer.