she took a drink, she realized how dry her mouth and throat were. Fear did that to a person.
“On behalf of the United States Secret Service, I apologize for the inconvenience to you, your son and your family members,” Cooley said. “At eleven twenty this morning, the Secret Service was provided with information that specified a credible threat against the vice president and his family.”
“Wh-what kind of threat?”
“We’re still in the early stages of our investigation. We hope to know more in the next few hours.”
“Where’s my husband?”
“He’s on his way home and due to land at Andrews at twenty hundred hours.”
Sam checked her watch. Six hours. He’d be home in six hours. Thank you, God. “When can I see him?”
“He’ll be brought here as soon as his plane lands.”
“What is this place?”
“It’s one of several secure sites kept by the Secret Service throughout the metropolitan DC area for instances such as this when we receive a credible threat against the president, the vice president or a member of their immediate family.”
“How long do we have to stay here?”
“We don’t know that yet.”
“Are we talking a day, a week, a month?”
“That I don’t know.”
She threw up her hands in outrage. “You can’t just hold us here against our will!”
“I’m afraid we can.”
“On whose order?”
“The vice president’s, ma’am.”
“Nick approved the plan for you to pick us all up?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“So he knows what the threat was?”
“He does, ma’am.”
Sam tried to process that information, but her brain was unable to wrap itself around what kind of threat must’ve been levied against their family for Nick to order such dramatic measures be taken to protect them. “My brother-in-law Spencer—”
“Is en route from Philadelphia as we speak, ma’am.”
Angela would be glad to hear that. “My sister watches my colleague’s child. The boy was with her when you brought them in. The parents need to be notified as to the whereabouts of their child.”
“We can take care of that for you if you give us the contact info.”
“Could he be returned to his parents? He’s not a member of our immediate family.”
“I’m afraid that’s not possible. Everyone who’s here is required to stay for the time being.”
“Why? What possible reason could you have for keeping my colleague’s child here? There’s been no threat made against him.”
“We’re under orders, ma’am. I’m sure you understand the position we’re in.”
As a law enforcement officer herself, Sam was able to connect the dots with what he wasn’t saying. She blew out a deep breath, imagining Gonzo and Christina getting word that Alex was being held in a secure facility along with the entire Cappuano and Holland families. At least they’d know he was safe and well cared for with them, for as much comfort as that would provide.
She wrote Gonzo’s name and cell phone number on the pad they provided and pushed it across the table.
“We’ll take care of that for you, ma’am.”
“You can stop calling me ‘ma’am.’”
“My apologies, Mrs. Cappuano.”
“What can I tell my family?”
“Exactly what we’ve told you.”
“We have jobs and obligations and places we need to be.”
“No one will be leaving until we’ve neutralized the threat or until we are authorized by the vice president.”
“You can’t hold us here against our will.” Sam gave him her trademark death stare, the one that made seasoned criminals tremble like babies in the interrogation room. Unfortunately, it had no impact whatsoever on Secret Service Agent Daniel Cooley.
“I’m afraid we can.”
“What’s being done to neutralize the threat?”
“Everything possible.”
That was, Sam realized, as much as he was going to tell her until Nick arrived to fill in the blanks. She got up and headed toward the closed door that sealed her off from just about everyone she loved. “Let me out.”
The door slid open soundlessly, admitting her to the big room where the others were scattered about on sofas and chairs, waiting. They sat up a little taller when they saw Sam come in.
Scotty rushed over to her, his distress obvious. “What’d they say, Mom?”
She put an arm around him, hating the worry she saw in his expression. “Dad is fine. He’s on his way home from Iran and due to land at Andrews around eight. He’ll be brought right here when he arrives.”
“Did they say why they rounded us up like cattle?” Skip asked, nudging his wheelchair closer to her.
“All they would say is that they received a credible threat against the vice president and his family. Apparently, Nick authorized them to round us up out of an abundance of caution. Anyone who might be watching us knows what you guys mean to us and what it would do to us if something happened to any of you.”
“What about Spence?” Angela said, sounding as fearful as Sam had felt before she knew where Nick was.
“He’s on his way here with a Secret Service detail.”
“Oh, good,” Angela said on a long exhale. “That’s good.”
“They’re also notifying Gonzo as to where Alex is.”
“One thing I’ll add,” Graham O’Connor said, “is that whatever this is, it scared the hell out of them or we wouldn’t be here. I used to sit on the committee that oversees the Secret Service, and they don’t do anything without a damned good reason.”
Celia ran her hands up and down her arms as if chilled. “What’re we supposed to do in the meantime?”
“We wait,” Sam said. “That’s all we can do.”
“RUN THROUGH IT again for me, from the top,” Chief Farnsworth said to Freddie and Beckett, who’d been summoned to his office upon their return to headquarters.
“Sam and I were working the scene,” Freddie said, “trying to determine whether or not we were dealing with a homicide, when we saw Beckett arguing with four suits that we immediately identified as federal agents. We went over to see what was going on and to help Beckett.”
“They were demanding I allow them in because they urgently needed to speak to Mrs. Cappuano,” Beckett said.
“They called her that?” Farnsworth asked, rubbing his chin.
“Yes, sir,” Freddie said, still trying to process what’d happened.
“Then what?”
“The lieutenant and Detective Cruz approached the tapeline to see what was going on, and the agents busted through the tape and took her. They carted her off to a waiting SUV and were pulling away before