I was watching you. Those doors are only made of wood, you know."
Not particularly surprised that Mandi could see through things, Cade nodded
his understanding, finished signing the forms, and stood up to take them to
another desk.
When they arrived in Cade's room, Mandi headed for the fridge as she said,
"There were no Atlanta police in the lower lobby, Cade. Not in uniform or out."
Nodding, he said, "I noticed that, too."
Opening a soda, she asked, "Why?"
Cade watched her sip the drink for a moment as he decided how to handle her
question, then said, "Likely because they were asked not to be there."
After meeting his gaze for a moment, Mandi said, "A man was shot. Killed.
Rightfully so, under the circumstances, but isn't that a matter for the local
cops?"
"I'm not going to worry about it, Mandi. If you feel that something's not
right, you'll have to talk to John."
She shook her head and said, "No, what I meant was; how is it the Atlanta
cops weren't involved?"
Reaching for a soda of his own, Cade said, "Mandi, I think some
long-standing rules are being bent. The terrorists are operating as small cells.
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