“They will take their toll,” she says. Tension streaks her voice. “Sara, listen. They’ll take their toll. There’s no way around it now. They want the wicked, but Sara – Sara, who was holding Vanessa’s hand?”
“And after that?” I ask, back in my chair with my jeans sticking to me.
“Well-” He turns toward one of the Secret Service men.
The man nods.
“Back to one hundred words a day?” I say.
“Actually, Dr. McClellan -and I’m telling you this in strict confidence, understand?- actually, we’ll be increasing the quota at some point in the future. Once everything gets back on course.”
Well, this is new. I wait to see what other confidential tidbits he’s got up his sleeve.