There was a chair in her small bedroom, and Manus sank into it, staring at the floor, gripped by a sadness he couldn’t name, as though he was grieving about something that hadn’t even happened.
Livia had no doubt they would, and suspected they already did. What worried her was how far the powers that be might go. They’d killed an FBI agent, and tried to kill Livia herself, to cover up a Secret Service child abuse ring and the high-ranking politicians it implicated.
