Chapter Seven

27th December, 1998

1254 Golden Street

President Freddie Rawlings

I was currently at the address Joel said I should meet him at. Alone. Earlier, having discovered who Joel was I decided to keep that discovery to myself at least for my daughter's sake. I had a fake moustache and a black cap shielding part of my eyes to avoid passers by wondering what on earth their president was doing in such a place without an escort.

It was a miracle that I managed to escape from the white house without any of the security agents knowing. Somehow, agent dylan who was present when joel's call came in decided to keep this meeting a secret.

It was twenty minutes past six, Joel was late and by now I was already restless. I was just heading back to my car, calling it quits when a voice said from behind.

          "I wouldn't try that if I were you".

  Startled, I came face to f