Split Second (Sean King & Michelle Maxwell, #1)

by David Baldacci

He looked at King. “Oh, but I’m wrong about that, because now you’re keeping company with one of the Service’s legendary losers. You can start a club, the screwup club. You have the king of them right here. Isn’t that right, Sean?” King had loathed Bishop when he was at the Service, and Bishop had been one of the loudest voices in crucifying King. The intervening years hadn’t mellowed the ex-agent’s feelings one jot. “Careful, Walt,” said King. “I won a libel case and I can win a slander case, and the pleasure it would give me to pickle your teeny-weeny dick in a jar, I can’t begin to tell you.” “I’ll have your soul!” Bishop roared. “I’m not with the Service anymore, so save the histrionics for somebody who actually cares, if you can find one.” “You can’t talk to me that way!” “I’d rather talk to a pile of horseshit than waste one minute of my life with a lightweight peckerhead like you!” King snapped back. “I never let a presidential candidate die because my head was up my ass!” “Your head’s always been in your ass! At least I came up for air.”