Politics of Blood (Gray Spear Society, #8)

by Alex Siegel

Haley was in bed when something woke him up. The clock showed 1:30 AM. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed movement. There was an intruder in his bedroom. The presidential suite was guarded day and night by squads of Secret Service agents who controlled the whole floor. In addition, Boreas was sleeping on the couch outside Haley's bedroom. He knew of only one person who might be able to slip past all that security. "Hello, Ethel," Haley said. "I'm glad your back. I was worried." He turned on the nightstand light. Ethel was standing at the foot of the bed. She was still wearing the gray dress from the party on the cruise ship, but now it was dirty and torn. She held her silver-plated machetes in her hands. Blood was spattered across her chest, and it didn't seem to be hers. Her pupils were so large there was almost no white left. She looked like a demonic killer from a horror movie. Boreas appeared at the doorway wearing only his underwear. "Ma'am!" Ethel faced him and spoke in a humble tone, "I'm very sorry about my behavior today. It was inexcusable, and no apology is sufficient. I will say the madness has passed, and it won't happen again. Let me speak with Roy privately." "Yes, ma'am." Boreas backed out and closed the door. Ethel turned back to Haley. She was more frightening now than ever before. Her machetes were smeared with blood. Her whole body was poised in an attack position. "Whose blood is that?" he said. She looked down at her chest. "I was running throug...