Chapter51
FIFTY-ONE
Washington D.C. -- The White House
TIDWELL FELT THE
iPhone vibrate in his pocket.
“Yes?” he answered, somewhat surprised to see Ruskjer’s face on the screen.
“You made a big mistake,” Ruskjer said.
“I d-don’t know what you’re talking about,” Tidwell stammered.
“I would have had my attorney call, but that’s no longer possible now, is it,” Ruskjer continued. “Was it your
idea or the president’s
to sprinkle angel dust on the documents?”
“What are you t-talking about?” Tidwell asked as he penned, “Run a trace” on a blank sheet of paper.
“H-Hello?” Tidwell looked down at the phone.
The screen was blank.